It felt like a wasted day. I certainly did look at profiles on OkCupid for about a year. Then I drove to Philly. My room is nice, but it doesn't feel like it's mine. I'd like this place to be mine officially. There's roof access, which is nice.
Where is my phone charger? Shit. I need to get my shit sorted out. I've been having some of that anxiety. Shit. I want the internet. Shit.
I fucked around with the sock loom and drank a warm can of "Joose." Yeah. I'm living pretty high on the hog these days.