Aaron's mom told me that my current health issues may be a result of the fact that I'm leaving San Francisco. To delve further without getting completely disgusting, my body is trying to rid itself of the city and its memories since I am on my way out. This may be so, but what's with this bizarre impetigo-like rash that's suddenly appeared below my left ear and on my left shoulder, huh? Huh?
I spoke with my dad tonight and he asked me how much job was going. Here is the rest of that portion of the conversation:
"I know I say this every time, but I will NEVER work retail again."
"Well, it takes a -- certain type of person to work -- "
"YEAH, IDIOTS. IDIOTS WORK IN RETAIL."
"(chuckles heartily)"
Katie and Arthur came over on Saturday night and we watched the last three episodes of Freaks and Geeks and drank wine (mine) and ate cheesecake (theirs). I can't remember the last time I thought, "Look at me, socializing on a Saturday night like a normal person!" I have no sense of time anymore. I could be out at a bar on Tuesday and going to bed at 9pm on a Friday and I wouldn't think it strange because it's not The night to drink or The night to stay out late.
Potential money issues aside, I think things are ok.