Tempus Fugit

Hmmm...Summer's coming to a close already and it seems to have barely started. I've made a couple thousand dollars, lazed a few weeks, and now, moving into the apartment is only a week away. I'm not really sure how I feel about that. On one hand, it'll be nice to use my brain again, on the other, I rather like sitting around my house doing absolutely nothing. Though depression of late has hit me slightly. Not really feeling inadequacy or paranoia, just a bit of sad regret that I had a wonderful opportunity and I let it go. Ah well, I guess I'll just have to pretend that I took it in my dreams and be happy with that.
Anyhoo, I spent yesterday with Marlen and Brett and Brett's friends at his place. Really pretty house, and great conversation. O, and there were castles filled with recovering drug addicts just down the street and around the corner! And I trespassed on private property, even though there wasn't anyone or anythign around that could even catch us trespassing. And I saw my first not-in-a-glass-case-at-a-zoo snake. A teeny tiny one that Marlen decided to poke with a snake - I don't care how tiny it was, it still has fangs...And that was followed by eating blueberry pancakes and listening to someone talk about the current state of her bowels - most fascinating - makes me wish I had bowel problems to be bold enough to talk about. It was a good day.