I'm swinging like a monkey between exhilaration and pretty intense depression.

I think I've got a place to stay come november. It's actually my friend Gabe's old room in a pretty big house, with a fireplace and a washing machine and a huge closet and awesome kitchen. I've got much more than enough for the move-in costs. Enough that with the right planning I'll be going to Japan come spring with my mother.

Fuck yes.

In the meantime, I'm becoming more and more unhappy with myself and my self-esteem is just getting lower and lower. One girl actually said something to the effect of "you can't be saying that you have a hard time finding guys!" more or less unprovoked, and man. That sucked.

Maybe I should start coming on to the many homeless people around here. I doubt I'd be turned down. Way to go me.

I am going to go drink a bunch of nyquil and cry into someone else's pillow.