So John moved to New York for a while. I took over his room. He offered me this killer package, which included a couch, bed, tables, and an airconditioning. So I’ve done some shuffling up there so I feel like the room is mine. New things include enameled pots, a light that is built into a table, and a sewing machine. I tipped over my old book case and layed it on some cinder blocks. I set the bed up behind a book case by the window. It’s nice waking up and seeing the room through squares.

Last Saturday I was supposed to get cats. But I guess she gave them to somebody local instead then she gave me this story about how I could adopt another cat and her brother but he had to be fixed and he was old. I’m still looking for a Maine Coon.

Also, I got my sewing machine from this woman in Hollywood. The first time I called her she was ½ asleep. I ended up meeting her the next morning and her mom was standing in the driveway with a plastic bag over each hand. I ended up getting it after about an hour of fiddling and driving all over to find the Wescom Credit Union that actually didn’t exist on Santa Monica Blvd.

I got plane tickets to go skiing in 2 week! Also planning on going to Hawaii for May 31 for a ½ IRONMAN. I was supposed to be training a lot but I’ve been driving to Long Beach every other night to costume this batch of plays for a theater. I don’t know why I got so sick of it so fast. By the end, I hated every minute. Tonight I am dropping off the gorilla mask, a belt, a tie, shoes, and two pieces of shit I call hats. The quality of the stuff I made is embarrassing. I can’t believe I spent the last 8 years making things and was still okay with handing somebody two pieces of material sewn together that resemble insect wings and calling it a costume.

My roommate’s toothbrushes got thrown away. If anybody knows how and when it happened, please call the FBI.