it sounds like there are 2 lawn mowers mating in my neighborhood. o, surburbia.
except, redding isn't really the suburb of anything. the nearest big city is sacramento, which is 3 hours south. unless you count chico.
but i don't consider any town that means "boy" in another language to be even slightly urban.
genius at 3am is not necessarily so the next morning (as i reread my written journal entries from last night.)
sunday: will work out and unpack.
monday: will find job anywhere.
tuesday: will discover meaning of life.
wednesday: will find sanity.
thursday: will become next winona ryder.
friday: will become buyer for world-renouned boutique.
saturday: will find inner poise.
sunday: day o rest.
yeah. that'll happen. huh. and maybe pigs will fly out of my butt! chuh!