Short And Sweet

A minor insomniac episode

I'm headed down to Los Angeles this weekend to find a place to live, to sign a lease, to get a permanent address. I'm up at 2:45am because I can't sleep. I'm anxious. (Big surprise.) Will I find a place? Will I just take some place and then end up hating it? Can we actually afford to do this crazy grad school thing? What if all those tales of marriages breaking up are true? -- I'll hate myself for doing this forever.

What if, what if, what if? Story of my damn life. The precipice always looms. I never think about: what if I find a great place, what if I grow stronger through this experience and Darin and I grow even closer, what if I succeed.

3am when you're alone and questioning the meaning of life totally sucks. I don't recommend it at all.

In Elf News, Pickwick and Gabor have evidently spoken. Yay. In other Elf News, Rob told me he thought he should be the Alpha Elf because he had beaten Darin at 4 straight games of the Warcraft II Demo. I told that to Darin; Darin won tonight's game.

Rob is not the Alpha Elf; repeat, Rob is not the Alpha Elf.