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It looks like I will be moving into the apartments that are being renovated on Walnut Street. The apartments were built in the early 1900s. Cool stuff. I hope there a lots of angry, insane ghosts living in them! Also, the building is walking distance from the bar! I can walk there from where I'm at right now. It's exactly two miles from my front door to the bar's front door. Not too bad, but the apartment is much closer. So that will be nice.

I'm so fucking tired right now. Can barely think. Work is killing me.

The job sucks, but at least I'll be living in nicer place.

My departure from springshit looks like it will be early next year. I have a good idea of where I will be living and the job I'll be working at. I don't really care about that as long as I have enough to get by on. Then I'll sell a screenplay and that should keep me afloat for awhile. Long enough to write the next one. Then I'll sell that one, too. Rinse and repeat. I might try to talk my friend into going to LA with me. He should leave this place too.

Hmmm...what else? So fucking tired. I hate closing and opening. There ought to be laws against that. Five more years and I'll be my own boss and on my own schedule. It's gonna rock!

Tommorow--write and work on some songs.