I just signed the lease to my new apartment, and I have this whole day off and nothing to do when I could have been moving stuff in. But I have to wait until Tuesday. So in rebellion, I did nothing. I slept in until 11, laid around in my underwear until 2 or so, got the keys from the landlord so I could show it to my friend Mike then came back home. Mike wanted to be antisocial today and I was mad at him, because I had nothing to do and no one to do it with. I hate waiting.

I've got nifty things to do in September but it's not September yet and all I can do is wait. This one Sunday hangs there, dripping like the condensation in my fridge, slowly dying. I am waiting for night to come, when I can venture outside, though I don't know what I will do once I get out there. The only goal I have tonight is to get back on a normal sleep schedule for work Monday. Maybe I'll get something to eat again. I have only eaten once today. Maybe some beer too. We're not having church tonight, so I don't even have that as a distraction. I could go out to the park and walk, but I just don't feel like doing anything good for me today. I will be breaking my back all of next week moving and re-positioning furniture so that's how I can do this for an entire day and not feel bad.

I hate waiting.