oh right, holiday

Fuck.

I was hyped about job-hunting on Monday, until Justine reminded me that it was Memorial Day weekend. Which means, the unproductiveness continues for an extra day.

But hey whatever.



At least I went jogging today. Not that one run is going to miraculously whip me into shape, but...baby steps. baby steps. And also, I'm not touching soda/fast food/any other shit food for a while. It seems impossible, but it must be done, because currently I am on a DOWNWARD SPIRAL, my friends.

Randomly picked up the good 'ol Fantasie in C minor, one of my fav Mozarts, and actually stumbled through the entire piece--which I haven't played in about two years. I felt so accomplished, and proud of my fingers for remembering what keys to hit. They were moving on their own, it was bizarre. (We all know I can't sightread)

I think I scarred Stan last night. Actually, I'm sure I scarred him. Desolee. But it was amusing.


OH, and I'm going to bed at a resonable hour (i.e. sometime before the sun comes up). Seriously, I'm going to try and go to bed around midnight or 1 today.

And so begins the slow process of transforming myself into someone who can survive in the real world: getting a job, driving, taking initiaive (this one is a little complex and weird), going to bed early, exercising, cooking.

Haaaah. Let's see how long this lasts.