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I can't tell if I'm disappointed in myself or if I'm making myself feel disappointed in myself. The incredible part is I don't feel anything. I'm numb about the whole experience. You'd figure I'd get the hearts in my eyes and be all about it, but really, I feel nothing. I don't know if that's something to celebrate. I refuse to believe that in my
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The apartment hunting stinks. It's a big push/pull thing and we will probably have to disband. Meaning my friend who works on Long Island may just have to get a studio on the Isle. Schenanigans. We were looking for Jackson Heights-ish in Queens.
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