I got up at 8 AM this morning after Andrea left and thought, this is great, I'm up at a reasonable time. I went out and bought some groceries. On my way to Hartman's this guy in a wheelchair was crossing the street and signaled to me. He asked me to help him to the bus stop at Bank and Somerset, so I gave him a push.

I did my laundry but I couldn't stay awake and ended up napping for close to two hours. I'm still tired. I did, however, finish the first draft of the short story I've been working on, which is pretty damned exciting - it's the first I've finished since September of last year. Once I get it polished I'm going to send it out to publishers outside of the city.

I went to The Works last night with Andrea and Erin and had the Hold the Phone burger, aka one of the burgers they serve with peanut butter as a topping. It was delicious.

Still not finished painting. The living room is going to need THREE coats of burgundy over the primer. Oi. I should be able to do it with the two cans I bought from Home Depot. About one and a half coats left to go. I'll say one thing - if three coats doesn't do it, I'm calling what results a conscious design choice.

In other news, Hartman's is selling cutlery and cooking sets for cheap. I picked up a set of seven complete place settings for ten bucks yesterday. Today I'm going back for the kitchen set. Someone also dumped a table and two chairs in front of the apartment, so I grabbed them. It's one of those tables with a removable piece in the middle. I have to figure out how to put it back together.

This will be my fifth day painting on my own. I'm getting a bit lonely. I spend hours a day painting walls, watching TV in my head. It gets to be a strange feeling after awhile. Today is the last of it, though. I'm positive.