Thoughts for Saturday.

Today I didn't change out of my pajamas until 8pm. It was a pretty great day. I washed more dishes (still working through the boxes), played on the internet, cleaned a little. It was gray and a little chilly, so I didn't feel like being out and about. Then suddenly, the sun broke through the clouds and everything was golden and I felt guilty for being inside all day. That was at 7:45pm.

I sat in my sunny spot and soaked in the sun until the guilt forced me outside. It's supposed to be raining tomorrow. No clue what kind of rain (tolerable drizzle or irksome steady patters), but 70% means rain. So I got dressed and went for a walk. Just wandered down streets. I stopped in a few parks (it's really lame using the swings by yourself when there's other people around), and rewarded myself with a drive-in burger on the way home.

I tried my very best to *stroll*, but I kept speeding up. Too damn efficient. Or impatient. Or insecure, even. Strolling by myself makes me feel alone.

I also realized how bored I am these days. I play less solitaire, sure, but I find myself getting caught up in small things. Explaining everything (to myself or whoever I con into calling me ::cough:: G), thinking about everything. Today I remembered what Shodoshima N's watch looks like. Cracked face with a moon dial. My brain remembered that! I don't remember a single calculus equation, but I can remember my friend's watch. Sheesh.

Man, speaking of G, he doesn't have a ticket home yet! He almost did, but there was a miscommunication with his supervisor. Surprise surprise. L, I'm sure you've already heard the stupid story so I'll stop there, but man. For awhile I concerned that I didn't have enough time to make my apartment presentable, and now I'm--well...relieved that I might have a few more days, but I still want to know when he's coming home!