12 more months of rent.

Couple signed a lease today. Only miss two days of rent, which is ideal, you need a day or so to make sure the apartment is clean and what not. Anyway, getting a lease signed is always a big weight off my shoulders.

Summer's over.

Just like that. Was promised the three hottest days of the year. But only got two. Took Betts topless up and down the coast a few times. Totally loved it.  Never seen the parking lot at Ocean Beach packed so full. It was quite a sight. Hung out with some friends. Worked on some stuff, some copywriting ideas with Pen. A pharmacy school essay with Michelle. Just got back home from dinner with my sister, brother in law, and mom.

I guess this is another one of those days where I feel like I got my hands tied. Would love to write about a bunch of stuff. But I can't. Just too personal. I guess that's it for today. 

Trips and trips.

So it looks like I'll be going to Vegas next month. Some of the Oregon guys are going and forcefully assumed I'd be going. We'll be rockin' the strip next month from the 10th through 12th. If I'm not back on the 13th, please assume the worst. Don't send any help. I'm sure I'll already be a dry pile of bones in the middle of the desert.

It looks like I may be leaving the country as well. The times and destinations are TBD. I guess I'll talk about it more once things settle down over here with the apartment and I actually book. I found my old passport. Sucker expired just three months ago, which means I was 22 when I took that picture. Man, I look like a kid.

Part of me feels like I'm low on gas. Part of me feels like I'm starting a new life. I guess the two go hand in hand.

Last night I got my first full night's rest in a while. I was so tired I forgot to eat my leftover paella from yesterday's lunch. Didn't even bring my phone back to my room to charge it, so I didn't hear my alarm clock. Woke up at 8AM on the dot.

I wish I could tell you life is really exciting. Well, it is. Even if I sound a little beat.

It's Tuesday. But it feels like Monday.

I haven't gotten much sleep the past week or so. I think the earliest I've gotten to bed has been about 2AM. And I've been waking up as early as 6AM. I think at some point I made the decision that even if I don't get enough sleep, I'll live with it. It's been working out, but that doesn't make me feel any less exhausted.

This past weekend in particular was pretty awesome. Had a couple of friends in town. Caught the Giant's game on Saturday, the only game against the Padres we actually won, which went into extra innings. Weather was great, company was great, the win was great. On Sunday went to a BBQ with some friends. Again, good times. Met a few new people, hung out withe some Oregon people. Lots of food, lots of beer.

Last night, hung out with the same group. Went to My Tofu House and Mitchell's Ice Cream afterwards. Pretty much an entire night of good food and dirty jokes. Good times.

Writing drunk

sounds like a good idea until you read it the morning after.