I still don’t have a job and I’m running out of money.
I’m reading more than usual, which is good.
Alice and Magaly and Adrian are happy to have me here.
San Francisco is fucking gorgeous and I’m thrilled to be here.
There are quite a few “people in disguise” here. They look cool and interesting but aren’t.
Girls are going to be fun here.
Girls are fun and have always been fun.
More fun? The same fun? Fun.
I stole some high speed internet (wireless) from some of Alice’s neighbors.
I am grateful for them (the neighbors).
I am happy.
Anxious.
I miss Josh Duty.
Among other things.
And other people.
Picture messaging is nice for homesickness.
I never thought I would be homesick for Austin.
I miss Little City on Congress.
Heather (who works there) is hot.
I have yet to find a coffee shop in SF with a girl as hot as Heather.
That is sad thing #4.
Sad thing #1 is that I don’t have a job.
“Write one thing every fucking day, J. Beaman,” said the junkies and whores. “One thing.”