Sun, Oct 16, 2022, Still don't like pasta

 Dear Diary, 

I woke up a bit groggy and around 8a PST. As much as I love this apartment, the road noise is a constant companion as well as the alley noise. And I really need a couch. My heartburn is back because the bed is more comfortable than the chair. Even though I try to prop myself up in a seating position, I inevitably fall back into a supine position. 

That being said, I love the location. It's a bit off the already not very busy street. And all the dishes and kitchen supplies have been fun to use. The shower is a bit wonky and the washing machine kind of stinks. I hope next summer there are more affordable options other than this one. 

Anyway, I didn't come on here to write about the apartment.

Accomplishments:

- Went out last night

- Didn't bother bringing home pasta I didn't already like

- Covered my face in a group shot (then the organizer snuck a picture of me anyway, told me about it and deemed it was okay because my face mask was on... I wanted to stab him in the throat. I pretty much hate him. What's the point of self-advocacy if these dudes just cross all your boundaries. Reminded me of my last boundary-crossing flings. I can't wait to be a serial killer or at least a serial punch people in the throat person). 

I think what I don't like with these boundary crossers is they make you think what you want is not important. Kristin and I kind of discussed this. I guess she had this issue come up with her ex. Well if she is trying to avoid it, she probably shouldn't be canoodling with the organizer. Weirdo.

- Texted a boy (is that an accomplishment); well...texted a boy with no expectations (well I did wake up in the middle of the night to check my phone)

- Made cookies last night

- Haven't been frantically checking my email expecting contact from really no one

- Cut up the mango and apples

- Removed makeup before bed

I made it one more day and my expectations of others are just a little bit less.

Today, maybe I'll watch a movie if I can stay focused and start getting ready around 2 or 3p for bowling. Not sure if I'll get around to cooking.

I'm confident I can spin one of my lazy communicators into a date before I leave. So that will be done and dusted. I can finally leave my dating nightmare behind me. 

My fast processing self has already processed the next 2 weeks. Not much planned by way of Meetup - possible Wed night trivia, Thursday walk with the French girl, Friday boardgame meetup with Sean, Sunday bowling. Then work my last week...groan. Then pack up the last weekend.

I kind of decided not to wash the sheets again. Just don't feel like it. Might wash the towels. And with no plan to get any more meal kits, not sure how many dishes I'm going to have.