After a few weeks of browsing craigslist and being discouraged by how few places were open, I finally settled on a place in the City to move to in a week. It looked good enough, it's a small room in a big place, on a busy street but in a good neighborhood, with cool people who haven't yet been able to afford furniture. In other words, one step up from a garret in the Mission, but maybe a bit less than I was hoping for. Still, I'm glad to finally be moving to the city, and to not have to spend two hours and six dollars every work day on BART. fuck that. On the other hand, it means I will likely have to choose between the cool but not very attractive girl in SF that I've been dating, or the cooler, but more unattractive girl in Berkeley. Or neither? Or both? Of course, having only two free nights a week makes juggling pretty hard. OK i'm rambling now. This happens sometimes when I'm bored and updating my journal, I lose my train of ..... Hey look, a blue car! 