I'm in San Antonio, sitting in the room I will be inhabiting for the next few months, and I need a cigarette. I stopped smoking on Saturday, and I am in a bad fucking mood.
This will be a quick update.
I had a great weekend with Colleen. We ate delicious, unhealthy food, watched tv, unpacked a bit, did laundry. It was the best weekend I've had in months.
My roommate Dan seems nice enough. He is a project manager for some construction company, so he is rarely home. When he is, he is pleasant enough. Although on Saturday night, I might have overheard him taking advantage of an extremely drunk girl. I am not entirely sure. Well, all I know is there was an extremely drunk girl over, and what happened I don't know. Maybe he gave her a cup of coffee and a ride home.
The other roommate is moving out today. His wife graduated from AIT this morning and they are packing. I never caught his name, so I just call him Bro. He's from California, and he acts like it. He has this Bill & Ted laugh that he employs after every sentence. It's precious.
I have nothing of great import to impart. Later.
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