Eating bread and brie and reading Dos Passos alone on a Friday night (and of course, you know, drinking). It is vastly inferior to brie I had stateside, and as lovely as reading Dos Passos is, I’d much rather spend the time playing cribbage with a certain someone back in the States.
Loneliness has crept on me the past few days—I can still keep it at bay with books and music (I’ve been writing about a song a day this past week), but you never can tell where it will go. I enjoy my lifestyle, and the solitary nature of it, for the most part; for the first time in my life, I feel productive. At the same time, especially after a long week of work, it’s kind of a drag to come home to…the same few things in my little apartment by myself every day.
Also, I was supposed to get paid today, but didn’t, so that’s kind of a bummer. Transferred some more money from America, which is a joke because you get burned by the exchange rate and burned again by the fees. Work is much more difficult when you realize you’re essentially doing it pro bono.
Practice tomorrow afternoon though should be good. And I hope I get to talk to people from home again. I always squander my chances being drunk or not knowing what to say at the right time. If I could just talk to someone right now, on my own computer…instead, I guess I’ll go buy some more beer and read some more Dos Passos (seriously, the USA trilogy is the greatest) and leisurely enjoy the rest of my Friday night. Lord knows tomorrow night I have to go back to work to set up for the Halloween party.
Sweet life.
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