Moving.
This is the one week anniversary of my moving into a new apartment.
It's also the one week anniversary of Verizon telephone company being unable to reconnect my service.
And. . .It's the one week anniversary of not having an internet connection (This entry is being made on somebody else's computer)
It is strange having a roommate after the better part of a decade. And when it's your sister, whom you've only seen an average of once or twice a year since the late 90s, it's even stranger.
I must remind myself to stop talking to myself.
2 comments:
I always talk to myself.
I like to deal with a higher class of person.
Like I just told myself,
"Really, Jason. Caste societies are highly underrated."
I found myself having a conversation with myself today at the grocery store. . .scary
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