I must remain strong. I cannot let the numerous sushi bars on my walk home convince me to get take out rather than cook at the apartment. I repeat: No fucking sushi take out. My heart is breaking at the thought of passing all of them, but no. They will be there tomorrow, or whatever day I actually get some cash flow going on. Which will probably not be tomorrow, but ya never know.
Balls. It's raining out. That's what I want for my few blocks walk home. I'm kinda hostile just now (it's the no sushi thing) even though I've had a great day. Got up early, got to Starbucks and didn't have to creep on anyone to get outlet access. Cleaned, went downtown, finally went into the church across from the John Hancock building, cleaned some more, did laundry, and got prices for internet AND cable. It's a promising place to be, with so much done. Did the fact that my toilet is still leaking tork me off? Maybe. Bob, come on now. It's been three months. Did the fact that after seven hours spent yesterday trying to get ahold of Verizon come of nothing, only to find out today (when I actually got a hold of a human being) that they don't serve Chicago make me want to die? Yes. But, I was useful today. I got things done. And that feels good. Plus, I talked to Ben last night! It was at 3:00 in the morning and I might have been totally fucking loopy for most of the conversation, but that doesn't matter. It was good talking to him anyway (he's in Vegas for Spring Break. Don't get me started on the wretched Capitalist/Consumerist excess. Yes, I am a Socialist fun hater. And this is a long sidenote.)
So what am I doing tonight? Making Rice-A-Roni. Oh Jesus, I can't wait. I love that San Francisco treat. . . And if you were wondering/don't know enough about classic hip hop, yes, the title of this blog is a reference to Ice Cube's classic "Today Was a Good Day."
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