Red Letter Haze

Ahhh, Russell Davis. The words he speak usually are dripping with sarcasm, but are undeniably the truth. In a conversation about blogging, the title of this entry was born.

Russell and I usually reminisce about the past. Lately we’ve been talking about the present and the future. We’re both so excited about what our lives have become and where we are headed. Him, with moving to North Carolina, and me, here in Chicago.

Fortunately, things are beginning to look up. For a while I was having serious doubts about the situation. I finally got a job. It’s just part time, but it’s a start. I have another interview lined up for another part time job so if I get that, then I am ahead of the game. Worrying about how you’re going to pay the rent, let alone eat is a terrible feeling. With the part time job the bills are paid. Hopefully the other will give me money to play with.

The rough patch with the friends is finally starting to smooth over. I’m sure its a relief for Chris as well. I feel like I’m starting to form friendships with a few people, and I’m glad I have my old roommate here as well.

Inevitably though, I am homesick. I miss my friends, my family, my old coworkers. I miss the food. Oh god, do I miss the food. Sometimes I miss my car. I don’t miss paying for gas, but sometimes I get annoyed relying on public transit. I can’t wait to come home and visit. And go out to eat!

And the next time I see Russell we are going to gorge ourselves on sheetz fries and mad mex burritos and discuss writing our memoirs of when we lived together in insanity.