47 Days to Go … Hopefully
The apartment search has officially begun; last night, I cemented my future plans with Jill. We're going to be looking for a two bedroom in the Prospect Heights area, and I will hopefully, thankfully, be away from the godforsaken F train for good. I've got much more but don't want to go into it now. Desire is looming and I'm conflicted. The writing has slowed, but that's ok. It does have the power, though, to throw me into a bad mood. When I get stuck like I do. It's interesting. I had a mini heart attack the other day when I couldn't find my notebook. I found it. So I've decided to transcribe the 70 pages I've written.