Yesterday I signed a lease for my very own by-myself, out-of-college apartment. It's one of the aforementioned efficiencies. I think I am going to really really really really like it, if only for the fact that every square inch of it will be miiiiinnneeee.

(Sometimes living with other people makes me feel like I can't breeeeaaaaathe.)

I am also going to really really like it because it's the first time in a long time I've made a decision and stuck with it regardless of other people telling me I need to "get out of Boone," or I'll "get stuck," yadda yadda yadda. Fuck those guys. I actually like Boone.

(And it's not like I won't be leaving next year. Really, I just want to get a job and chill the fuck out for a few months.)

This weekend is Alyce's bachelorette party in Charleston, which, as much as I love Alyce, I really don't want to go to because A. it's supposed to thunderstorm the whole time, B. I don't want to drive and C. I don't really know all that many other people who will be there.

Pretty much I'm just feeling lazy and would rather go see my mom and my brother for the weekend, but I've already promised myself away. I'm sure once I get there I'll probably have fun.

Last night I made midnight banana bread, because I'm still not sleeping quite right. Though as soon as I pulled everything out of the oven, I crawled into bed and slept almost the entire night. (I did dream about kissing the ex-lover though. Which is good, because then I wake up and go 'what an awful idea that would be!' so if I'm ever in that situation ((likely)) I can refrain.)

Tonight my plans are to bake, to go see Diane Glancy read, and hopefully hang out with the ginger.