1) My fucking scooter just died on the way home from work and almost killed me. I went to shift into second and it went to first and locked up.
2) Tomorrow is my last night of work at Salsa's Mexican Restaurant which means that the day after tomorrow is my first day in my apartment at Kenyon. This will be the first time since England that I won't be living with Amanda. Strange to think of life in a single bed, life where I do not check wet laudry for braziers before putting it in the dryer. I have a single which means that I can do things at night without worrying about bothering others: film-viewing, reading in bed, typing this weblog. I recall doing these things in England, however it was horribly depressing because I had no money, friends, job, or work ever.