start on over

i feel like i've accomplished nothing of importance today.

i drank three coffees while yelling at the television [which was showing dawson's creek- heck yes i still watch that show when and if i can]. i helped morgen and kate move stuff from his old house to his new house with the use of a shopping cart from the not-so-local a&p. [on our way there a man on a bicycle asked us if we knew where to get good weed]. i cleaned fro two hours, erasing the crumbs of a wet, rainy and slightly frayed week from the floor of our living room and the sole section of carpeting in our house. i listened to a cd melissa gave me, singing loudly and off key with the superbly bad emo-kids- later on i switched to morcheeba, tracey chapman and u2. i baked banana-walnut-chocolate-chip muffins. i made fried rice [sort of] and ginger orange-esque chicken. i added six rows to the ugly blanket.

my first thought on waking was that in a week i'd be at home.

my second thought was that i'm finally- without a doubt- free.