So Jenn zooms by the doorway of the Patisserie this morning.

Yes. Zooms by. Accompanied with a resouning "woooooo!" that makes the groggy people in the shop look out the door.

Jenn has aquired her grandmother's TriWheel motorized cart. (like a Lark or anyother little cart that old people sit on and wheel around on at the mall.) She wheels back and forth as I stare, mesmerized, out the window at her. She wheels out of sight and returns through the back door with the usual bounce in her step. "Isn't it cool?" she asks. I try to play it off. "Yeah. That's pretty cool." I return in a deadpan voice. Bryan comes by and she takes him in the back to show it off. She's very proud of it. I still am unmoved. Unmoved, until we take a break together out back. She's wheeling around and finally hops off. "Y'wanna try it?" I hesitantly sit on it cushion-y seat and look at the simplistic control panel. I tap one of the levers and the cart creeps backwards. I tap the other. It goes forward. I turn the handlebars and it turns in the desired direction. I do donuts and can't help but also yelling, "woooo!" I haven't had this much fun all day. I ride down Main Street. I don't care what people are thinking.

I'm on a motorized cart and they're not.

I haven't really been online lately. Maybe that's because my computer isn't plugged in right now.

I'm sitting in the library right now quickly catching up. Sometimes I catch my e-mail at work, on the sly. That's why I haven't been around. I haven't killed myself yet.

I'm trying to wrangle up a good apartment, something in town. I haven't really been looking though. I wonder if Bryan's been really looking either. I think he's at least put in more effort that I so far. I'm just too lackidasical. I've been just trying to work all summer and that hasn't been going as well as I had planned. I'm bringing in a little more that I thought I could, but now where I want to be. Regardless, I still feel very burnt out. My eyes are so heavy and I don't want to take my sunglasses off even though I'm inside. I think I look pretty scary right now. I smell like coffee and my stomache is burning from a combination of garlic and espresso. I really want to curl up and die right now. Okay. Maybe I just want to curl up and nap and allow this unpleasant wave of nausea subside.

My living situation is all over the place. This week I'm housesitting so I have a place to go...with a pool. People ar elooking at me funny as they pass. Is is the sunglasses indoors or the garlic permiating my pores? I really would like to shower, but I work in another hour at my second job. I'm not in the mood right now.