I moved out of my apartment this weekend. One truck and two car loads. I have no idea why I have so many clothes. I swear I wear the same six outfits over and over again. My buddy Manash has generously lent me space to store the contents of my apartment for a couple of weeks before I head back to San Jose before my trip. I'm crashing at his place in Studio City for a few days. It's a drag to not have a place to come home to that is mine, but hopefully the next few weeks will help me adjust to sleeping in new places every week for the rest of the year.
Tomorrow I start my last week at work. It's a pretty crazy feeling to be saying goodbye to the place I've been going to for 40+ hours a week over the last five years. Since I moved to LA, this job has been the only thing that's lasted.
Right now, I need to sleep. If I start thinking too much, I'll never get any rest.
Tomorrow I start my last week at work. It's a pretty crazy feeling to be saying goodbye to the place I've been going to for 40+ hours a week over the last five years. Since I moved to LA, this job has been the only thing that's lasted.
Right now, I need to sleep. If I start thinking too much, I'll never get any rest.
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