Sunday was considerably better than Saturday night. Sunday I went to yoga and then I made Lassagna at a friends house and watched Lost in Translation with him.
But the rain is still pouring. Today it poured all day and I didn't do much of anything. I woke up at 9:00. Ruby and Jaslo were in the kitchen. They talked about Prozac.
I applied to a few jobs, I fucked around on facebook. At around 1:30 I got dressed and went to the post office to get stamps to mail my appeal for unemployment, my request to withdraw my 403 B, something for my Peace Corps application, and my mail in ballot. Since I went to the Post Office in Chinatown I bought $3 worth of Dim Sum (4 shrimp dumplings, 1 red bean humbow, and a sesame ball) because it is so cheap and so delicious. I walked back in the pouring rain.
I wanted to ride my bike to yoga but it has been raining so hard, that I can't get motivated to do so. I don't really want to ride in the rain and fuck up my gears.
Now I am sitting in the livingroom. I can hear the rain in the background. I have had 2 gin and tonics (left over from Halloween), and I am kind of tipsy and it is only 4:30 and I should be going to the gym or stimulating my mind.
A guy called me today and scheduled an interview with me for Wednesday to work part time with at-risk youth. It might be cool. I am excited that someone actually responded to my email. I bet I have sent out 50-100 resumes in the past 2 weeks. Economic downturn you are kind of a bitch aren't you?
I am listening to Bon Iver again. All this rain reminds me of Olympia, Washington, and Woodrow, and sitting in my clawfoot bathtub while reading for class.
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