then again i'm always late

the rest of the story...

while the landlord was here with the wall/painter guy they ended up looking at all the little spots, and i pointed out one where i had moved the couch to. after they left i started cleaning, even did another of the hard jobs.

later it all dawned on me. i didn't think i felt better, when i woke up. but i was (physical issues aside). not at all uptight when they came for the painting thing, went ahead with the cleaning till some muscles in my legs said STOP. it was like, no big deal!

so i had planned for today to get up early haul some of what's left (which is a lot, because i decided to hold onto the computer, phone, modem... sigh) come back, defrost fridge, and do the floor, then call the landlord. sounds great huh?

no Z, nor sleep stuff coz i was tired anyway. i went to bed early (for me) i.e. about 3 am, set the alarm for 9.30 and slept right through it oops. so, now it's 1 pm and my plans must be re-planned. today however, i am feeling that stuckness... not wanting to go... every task which remains to be done is something that like, keeps me here, weird huh. this happened to me in California too...

Bizi - when i moved here from CA i stayed with my parents, same conditions, so i know what i'm headed for.

well, i am much closer now. my mom says don't bring any food but i can't get myself to throw away a full bottle of ketchup and i don't think it's really kosher here to ask ppl if they want opened products. so there's that too. so i've decided i'm going to bring the food and take the heat from my mother. my father will be on my side anyway, heh heh.

so, it seems the Z did something. well, now to get something to eat and COFFFEEEEE. (gas is off, electric hotpot is gone).