April 28th, 1999.  Tuesday

    I've calmed down a little bit since yesterday. But not much. More of a resigned apathy. So nothing new there. Not much can be done about the situation though. Basically, i just wanna keep my shit there till june when i may be able to keep it at Matt's for a little while.  Or so I hope.  I also may be trying to stay at matt's a few night's a week so I don't have to drive all the way from Maryland to go to work.  It's just two weeks, but it's gonna be a pain in the ass. I may actually stay at work for longer if I can live at Matt's new place in Dupont circle for a few weeks. I'd like to be in the city when Pavement rolls through. I ain't gonna miss that. Anyway, thinking about this problem is making me all crazy, so I'll try not to.

    Well, not much else going on today, so I thought I'd just take you through a routine day in the life of greg. Prepare yourself for a trip deeper into the mundane than you'd ever imagined. So here's a typical day for G-Rock. Where I go, what I do, etc., etc., etc...

    6:25am- My alarm goes off. It's set on music, DC101. It's the first station I found when I moved here. and since nothing has gone horribly wrong since then, I've decided I shouldn't change it. I always feel like my life here is hanging on by a thread, and one little thing will throw things into a chaotic downspiral. so i don't fuck with things that haven't fucked with me.

6:43am-  After hitting the snooze twice, i get outta bed, urinate, and hop in the shower. Not necessarily in that order.

7:00am- Outta the shower, put the contacts in, put underpants, pants, and socks on.
7:05am- Make way to kitchen, scare the roaches, take my vitamins.  Today's dosage included: an echinacae tablet, an echinacae enhanced vitamin C, a Claritin, a preemptive Advil, and a piece of white bread with lotsa cream cheese.

7:15am- Find suitable garb for the day.  brush teeth. Put tie on after brushing.
7:20am- Displeased with forced hideous appearance in mismatched tie, shirt, and pants, I leave my apartment.
7:25- approx. 8:00am-  Sit in traffic, yelling various obscenties, cutting people off, being cut off, watching really bad drivers
8:05- Arrive at the place I call "Work."  Morning tasks include: turning on my computer. Checking my homepage stats, reading online journals, reading some pro-wrestling news, checking my email, reading Foxtrot online, and maybe For Better or For Worse.
8:06am-  Continue morning tasks.  Get coffee, donuts, check out second-tier and low priority webpages to entertain myself.  Sites include: The Onion online, Matador Records, the Luna homepage, my webstats again, ESPN, writings of the Gus.
9:00am. or around then- start to write my daily aggravations page for the day.  This usually takes about 3 or four hours. I get distracted easily.  Also by this time, I've checked my email at least 6 or seven times.
11:00am. Time to start planning lunch. actually, i plan lunch anywhere from in the shower at home to while I'm in line at where I'm getting food.  Or dinner
Noon-4:00pm.  killing time. more internet stuff. I read the west-coast online journals.  Maybe update some of my older pages. editing stuff.

4:30pm- drive home. A little faster of a drive than the morning.
5:00pm. Arrive at home. Undress.  re-dress.  eat dinner, watch tv
6-7pm . Watch the Simpsons and nothing else
7-9pm. Watch more tv as berry cooks her dinner. Constantly tell her what time it is since she doesn't wear a watch and refuses to check if her food is ready by tasting it, relying solely on such meaurements as "10-15 minutes or until golden brown."
9-midnight.  watch tv. Listen to Berry telling me to turn it down.
12-6am. talk on phone, recreate, sleep.
Repeat cycle.
after 2 or 3 years, take own life.

You think that was boring to read?  Well, it was boring to write, and that's my life.  Not for long though. You see, that life changing news I referenced on Thursday was an email I got from NYU. I'm going to graduate school.  Hooray for me. I just didn't want the people at work to find out before I had a chance to tell them myself. But now that things are out in the open, I feel so much better. I told them I'd stay until June, so i guess i better find a place to live.  I may even stay longer though if I can. I kinda need the money. But at least if i'm not living with berry I'll save some money.  Coupla hundred bucks at least.  Which is nice.
 

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