So.

Man, will I be happy when I finally make it off of wellbutrin. The mental fogginess I've been experiencing whilst on it isn't very conducive to work/writing/etc. I keep thinking, "Is the syntax right?" and other, various grammatical thoughts. Thrilling, I know.

I moved! My apartment is blindingly bright. I woke up at 7:15 to draw the curtains as I hadn't yet spent any time here from the hours of 7-6pm. (work/travel to and from work). This is a stark difference from my former cave-like studio. It's southern exposure as well, which is awesome as in Manhattan apparently that is the side that gets the most light. I think that south-west is supposed to the best. I will miss my neighbors in my old building, and that naked guy who used to hang out by his window reading the paper every morning. But here I have a Trotsky look-a-like! And a Village Person look-a-like! And some girl who gets the mail in her underwear!

I also spent some time at the beach, looking at the over-priced garments that they sell in those small, seaside shops. I found some awesomely pink Lilly Pulitzer pants that I think is next on my shopping list for the sheer absurdity. Yes, it's also a nice pink; yes, the inner WASP in me is dying to come out.

Speaking of WASPs, my self-proclaimed WASP matchmaker has matches for me! I get to call her up this week and find out about them. You know me,  I love posting about relationships. Medication withdrawal seems to be a close second.

I want some BBQ. 

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