I can't believe I haven't posted in 11 days. Who do I think I am? So, San Francisco was beautiful. I love it there so. There's something about that city that makes me never want to leave. I enjoy city lights, walking and bustle a great deal. Now. I'm home and very tired today. Daniel left for New York this morning. I basically packed his large wardrobe into small balls and he placed them into bags. I felt very useful. Then I layed with him and tried to coax him cause he was a big ball of nerves. I let him talk about his punishments as a child, the difference of feelings in moving to SB versus NY, ex-girlfriends and second hand smoke. Anxious/delirious chatter. I left his house around 4:20am with two of his shirts and one of his prints. Oh, it will be a great learning experience. He already called to let me know he's somewhat settled and his roommate, whom he was ridiculously fearful of due to his unavailability on social networks, seems normal. What else do I feel like doing today? I don't want to get out of bed. I'm so relaxed. I want to get room service and watch a film in bed. Neither of which are possible but hey, we're talking about what I feeeel like doing oppose to what I can do. I should turn the air conditioner off. Lazy. I would like to appreciate days like this of no accomplishments because this time next month I will be in school and incapable of laying in bed with Lilo resting on my legs. Yeahps. I wish there was something much more profound that I could add to make this post just a little more endearing but thats not what I'm going for today. Aaaand end scene.
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