July 4th 2005
i know i wrote it, what happened to it?
I wrote a whole long entry this morning and somehow I managed not to post it.
What it basically said was that I hate my kitchen, I have an injury on my leg from my stepstool falling over on me due to it having NO PLACE to live in said kitchen, and I cannot WAIT to get out of here. (Five weeks and two days to moving. Thank the heavens.)
After I posted, or THOUGHT I posted, my rant, I went to the pool with Mr. Angst. It was early enough that the heat was bearable and the loud, drunk people of yesterday were not around (probably still sleeping it off). I noted that they did leave the pool area in a nice state—watermelon seeds and, in some places, smears of actual watermelon, were scattered all over the ground. Gross. Sticky, too. One of them also left a forlorn pair of sunglasses sitting on the ground. And they broke one of the lounge chairs.
I’m heading shortly to the shower and I could likely finish my book this afternoon. That would be bad, because I need something to read while we sit at the park tonight and wait for the symphony to play and the fireworks to start. We’ll be walking, because we live close to the park. One of the few benefits to this place (along with the pool, though I’m starting to be less enamored of the pool).
Oh, by the way, my last day of work is in exactly one month. Hooray!!!
