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I forget when I have slept and when I've not.

Last night I walked around downtown and watched the clubs get ready for the dancing. Just before I did this, I smoked a cigar(rette?) and it's the first time I really smoked, except that I didn't really smoke because I didn't let any smoke pass my trachea, because that would surely make me choke. When I bought them, we were in Charlottesville and we were going to use them to celebrate conquering a Charlottesville-sized mountain, which are not very big, but I am way out of shape and we did not make the summit, and it was steep and made us very tired, so we stopped and I guess we figured that we did not deserve the cigars.

I thought that the smoking would be exciting, because I was rebelling against my straight-laced convictions, but I mostly handled it like a pro and got bored with it in a few minutes. At the time I was wondering if the nicotine would enter my bloodstream via capillaries on my tongue and gums, because at the time I felt like I needed some soothing, but nothing really happened except having a kind of nasty taste in my mouth.

I got bored with downtown too. Everyone was looking slick and on the ready. I needed to go out and walk around because I was feeling very claustrophobic at the time, or at least the claustrophobia-style panicking.

Today was Easter, and Stuart invited me over to eat with his wife and his wife's sister and his wife's sister's boyfriend. We ate Stuart's gumbo, which was delicious and had sausages and pheasants in it. Stuart said he shot the pheasants in South Dakota. I didn't really ask, though.

Besides the quick meal at Stuart's, I haven't done anything for Easter. I turned on the History Channel and used the material to nap to, because I haven't slept much this weekend because of all of the work I've had to do for my job, which is starting to annoy me. Anyway, the programs were about Jesus and John the Baptist and other religious stuff. It's great for napping to.

I knew this song, but I never realized it belonged to Todd Rundgren. It is a smash hit from 1972, and watching the tail end of "That 70's Show" made me realise that I needed to know it better, and that's when I found out it was Todd Rundgren's. Then I found out that Todd Rundgren is playing nearby in April, so I am figuring what the hell? I can afford to LEISURE.

Also, on Saturday I went to look at an apartment. It is in the prime part of downtown. I pretty much ended up signing a lease, and then later on I was shocked that I had signed a lease. It's a quaint place. Maybe a little small, but there's just me anyway. It's sort of like an addendum to a house. The windows look out at a playground and a church. The other windows look out at my landlord's house, and her garden. It will be a start.

I don't know if I want to stay in Florida for very long, anyway. I think my next move should be very foreign.

Mike is a guy I know from work, and he is quitting to take a facilities position in Antarctica. How cool is that? I would like to visit Antarctica, but I don't know about living there, I guess. He will be working for some science foundation, I guess. Maybe they spend their days running around with clipboards and reading thermometers. Probably.

I am going to bed. Again. Withorwithout Jesus, because it depends on what's on the History Channel.