I guess this is why people have blogs

I never thought I would have one. Now I think I understand why people do. I'm sitting in my apartment on this new carpet that leaves weird lint on my pants. I haven't seen anyone else all day. Not one other person that I know. The only people I have had conversations with are the Comcast guy that came over this morning and Jesse who works at the Apple store in Walnut Creek. I went in to San Francisco this morning, to Goodwill, Salvation Army and Big Lots to get a bunch of crap I need for the new apartment. I got some crap. There was lots of traffic, then I had to come home to meet the Comcast guy. Then I tried to clean the apartment and put things in orderly places. That took a long time, because its hard to organize all your shit when you don't have any furniture. What am I talking about? I'm not talking about anything. Just tttttypppiiinnngggg.......... Is this what its going to be like from now on, now that I live over here? Its lonely. And all I wanted was to have my own space. The first whole day I've had on my own and I miss my buddies getting drunk in the city. But I came out here, because I decided that I want to get shit done. Thats why I spent over $4000 on a motherfucking computer today... because I want to get shit done. Film shit. And other shit. Like art. Yeah, you know. Art. Its really... artistic. I fucking hate myself when I talk about all this stupid shit that means nothing. Am I being pessimistic?

...Fuck that.