it has been 2 months in the new apartment and i definately have not gotten used to its creaks and groans yet. when i am up late i continually hear noises that my imagination interprets as an intruder. and although i try to ignore these obviously false impressions, every once in awhile i find myself freaked out, believing that there is indeed someone just around the corner. like right now.
actually i'm kinda confused, were you talking about me getting over something, or about not wanting to stay at the same job?
man... hell will freeze over when i go back to school. i know i have to but the prospect scares the shit out of me, because i'm so comfortable [ read- stagnant ] in this whole lifestyle.
[ i know it's not really easy, fucking hell it sure isn't cheap. but it's creative, as am i, and the only way i feel like i really flex my creativity is when i know i have to. ]