Tricked

Well people, I've been swindled into getting up early once again to show an apartment. The last time that happened was Wednesday. It was 7 am, we didn't get in and I had to take the rest of the day off.

Today is a little different. The other agent volunteered he'd be there at 9 to supervise the workers. I'd really like to rent to this couple because we really bonded on the first day. The only thing annoying about them is that they have probably seen more property than I have. But he really did seem to like the place--it is quite charming.

After that I have my appointment, so I come back to Brooklyn for a while, then I am deciding if I go into work for a few hours or not. It's 7:44 am and it already feels like I've had a full day.

I've also tricked myself into going back to California for what seems like an inordinately long trip. Why? I'll find out, I guess. There must be something there I still need, you know besides friends and family. Although I am growing quite fond of Brooklyn and am really happy with my decision to commit to one residence. Last night I went out with some friends to the Meatpacking District. It was cheesy and fun and too loud and garish and tacky and I saw Lindsay Lohan. That's all I ever wanted, people! And I got it!

She was really orange. And I decided my haircut is too cool for the Meatpacking District. I am trying to think up a new area to take my haircut out for a spin. Someplace really cool. I am thinking of Park Slope tonight...


Me with a different haircut in the West Village, not orange and sitting with bad posture, getting ready to eat that ice cream baked potato from another post.