My black ass is planning on doing precisely two things when I get home from work: jack and shit. I woke up at 3:30 am today, naked with all the lights turned out. Which is odd only because (1) I usually don't wake up until 7, and (2) the last thing I remember is lying in bed checking my e-mail, still wearing my jeans and belt. At any rate, I couldn't get back to sleep, so I've been going all day on basically a four-hour nap.
My apartment needs to be cleaned (what else is new), and I need to do some dishes. Should I be able to manage these Herculean tasks, I'm hoping to be in bed by 10 tonight. Which is good, because I'll probably need the rest. I'm planning to head over to the Madhouse tomorrow after dinner to pick up where Luke and I left off on the kung fu. And I mean that almost literally; Luke will no doubt be disappointed to learn that I haven't been practicing for shit since he went home for interim.
The entertainment center has been replaced, stripped, and destroyed, in that order. Once I get the place cleaned up it'll be like a brand new apartment. Speaking of which, I supposed I need to check around this week and see if I can find out if I'll be needing to move come August. Because if I can stay where I am for another year, I plan to. It won't really matter so much after that.