until I leave for vacation. I'm not excited. I mean, I am excited to not be at work, and in theory I'm excited to be going to a warm beach place but ... is this real? Am I really going on vacation? With 2x? And 2x's girlfriend? And 2x is going to be nice to me? And I'm staying in a room with Dave? For 7 days? Got to be a fantasy ... er, nightmare, right?
And am I really buying an apartment? Because I'm not sure I can afford an apartment. Particularly because I just bought a new bike to ride on the century ride I signed up for. Which means I'm planning to ride a bike 100 miles? Are they putting crack in the coffee again? And if I am buying an apartment exactly when am I supposed to pack, paint the old apartment etc.? Particularly because every weekend until now and when I am allegedly moving has an activity. Some of which are fairly significant - like the vacation, my sister's graduation, the 100 mile bike ride ... to name a few.
And the apartment has two bedrooms and two bathrooms but I'm living in it alone, right? Is this going to scare away suitors? Or am I just unsuitable? Does this mean I'm a grown up? I don't think I'm ready for that. Although, if being a grown up means that your mother no longer drives you crazy then I might, might just be ready.
Maybe.
So yeah. This is what goes through my head all day. And a fair amount of math (related to my fear of biting off more than I can financially chew). And you wonder why I don't write more often. Well, that and I'm pretty sure no one reads this ... hello? Anyone out there?
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