everything’s a blur. It feels like tomorrow could be Monday. I had three big coffees.

grateful for great weekends, bright lights, tineco, falling asleep, frozen foods, free time, patio furniture, work peeps, scummy Jon, theragun, being sweet, Chris Clark, pitchers of Sapporo, azizi bbq, laughing all the time.

2:23 am.

I wanted to go to sleep early, but midnight to 1:00 am is the shortest hour. Lately, I’ve been working a lot, not sleeping enough, eating what I want, and feeling good.

I wanted to talk about tv and art but it was so boring I couldn’t even type it.

grateful for white peoples tacos, spring26 coupon code, itfdb, Sonos, good candidates, northern lights, easyplant, chips ahoy, healthy relationships, free money, zero sugar coffeemate, my family.

1:44 am.

When I tell people that moving out of the little Tokyo apartment was “A big ordeal” and that it was “a lot to deal with physically and emotionally”—some people don’t get what I mean. It’s just that moving nearly 15 years of life and death was a lot to deal with. So many clothes, records, cables, tchotchkes, and memories either packed up, brought along, or thrown out. Moving was something I thought about a lot—even when Eddie was here—and I dreaded it. But it’s been done. I received many blessings and now I’m in a beautiful place.

Grateful for “free” air conditioning and directv, Schlage encode, alex, heroin, my job, interviewees, low fills, long naps, groce out, big tv, technology, hulken, million dollar views, everything and everyone I have.

2:06 am.

Slowly settling into the new apartment. Unpacking. Meeting neighbors and building staff. Chillin’ poolside. I think people like me. Even the Koreans.

this was a long week. I ate mostly leftovers.

grateful for quiet upstairs, heated pool, lamb shank, clean sheets, room & board, bonus, my mom, cute milk, all the people.

2:20 am.

We finally finished moving all the stuff and all the boxes. It was a long ordeal. Our bodies are wrecked.

I unpacked clothes and tried to organize my closet tonight. Time flew and I accomplished very little.

grateful for all the love, all the boxes, honest talks, noonchi, alkaline water, chicken salad, prayers, mupirocin, enemies, naps.

5:00 am.

I’M STILL NOT DONE MOVING. LAST SUNDAY, MY BEST FRIENDS SHOWED UP AGAIN TO HELP PACK, CLEAN, AND LIFT HEAVY THINGS. I CAN’T BELIEVE HOW LUCKY I AM. They were dirty, exhausted, and sneezing and sniffling from all the dust. I hope they never get mad at me.

through all the dirty work, I developed a nasty infection in my fingernail. It was pretty painful at first but now it’s inconvenient. A gaping wound. Hard to type, gotta keep it covered and dry, and supposed to take antibiotics.

Through all the immune reactivity, I also developed a sore throat and cough. Moving is hard on this old body.

i need sleep, more time off work, and a sm00thie from the outlet mall food court. I can get everything I need.

grateful for the 11:11 light, the prince of Chinatown, Philips hue, vegan pizza, the woman who prayed for me, charlotte’s wagon, my best friends (including the dolly), Anjelah johnson, hoa rules, directv, fast internet, a million unpacked boxes, my job, my health, my finger.

1:30 am.