A climate of love and all the things in between

How can it feel so nice? Why does it feel so right? I think I’ve been somewhere special, I want to go back there.

I’m so sleepy and I wish I could rest my eyes and go back to bed for a little while longer, but it’s too bright and warm and windy. It’s actually a beautiful day, and pretty soon I’m going to go get dressed into something comfy and start studying for Cognitive Psychology on the porch. You know, even though it looks a bit tacky, having that big comfy couch out front really feels good.

I think my problem is that I don’t function when things aren’t planned out and I don’t have a schedule written for myself. So what I’m going to do tonight is write out a list of things for me to do every day. I work better with goals, and that way I’ll feel accomplished and busy. Sitting around on my computer doesn’t make me feel very good and neither does moping so I’ve got to do something other than that. I’m thinking about going to the bar tonight, but I can’t really afford it.

I’ve only got 15 dollars in my bank, and $20 from Lauren to pay off the $57 balance on my credit card for cat supplies. I’ve been working on my coverletter and maybe what I’ll do after I do a bit of reading is take a walk down to the Wyndham House and drop it off there. When I visited yesterday, they said that the House was closed, I don’t know what’s up with that. But I’ll check it out anyways, the houses along the way are beautiful.

I’m smelling cigarette smoke, so I think Paul might be out front smoking. I’m going to throw on pants and go check it out!