I made it back to L.A. Almost missed the I-5 turnoff cuz I was changing CDs. It's ok. I whipped over 3 lanes doing 85, so I was cool. I should probably take a few days off of the 6 hour commutes.
I applied to 7 Craigslist jobs today. Most of them involved pouring wine, but there was one fun one where I could drive around the bay area and teach kids about physics using Legos. Sweet.
Had a strange smell on my hands all day. I thought it was musty or rust from my apartment debacle. 5 hours into the drive I realized I just didn't wash my hands well enough after chopping onions for chilaquiles this morning. I smell like an old, wooden cutting board, and there's no fixing it. Awesome.
Only other good story from my tumultuous life today is going to get me killed. I was DIWMGf. I stopped in the middle, got up, walked around, and finally found my chapstick. I put it on my lips and went back to business. I need chapstick to live. I need chapstick more than chubby kids need saturated fat. Don't worry, she wasn't too put off. She spent most of the time playing tug-of-war and fetch with the dog. I don't need her attention anyway.
Wow, that's a little much. I assured you that my brain had no filter, and I really shouldn't allow my fingers to type what I'm thinking. Hope you enjoy it all anyway.