Exhausted.

I'm still tired. It's been three days since my move, and I'm still tired.

I moved Sunday, then I worked both jobs on Monday and Tuesday. I'm not supposed to go to the bookstore tonight, so Larry is going to come over and help me unpack a bit. I am supposed to help my mother get the washer-dryer out of the crackhouse tomorrow, and I wanted to get everything out of there before I turned in the key. I'm scheduled to work again at the bookstore on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday.

I've not had a chance to hang out in my apartment or do any sort of real unpacking yet. I've just been sleeping there.

I think I'll like the area and like my new apartment, once I'm actually allowed to start living in it.

I spoke to Vic last night. Her new job is going well.

Kacoon's no longer working in the cafe at her store, instead she's working on the sales floor. Yesterday, she said she waited on Edward Norton and said he was really, really nice when he was trying to buy a magazine from her incognito. I don't know why he's in town, but I guess it's possible.

Anyway, there's too much to do, not enough time to do it, and I'm very, very tired.

Larry told me on Sunday that I was horribly out of shape and needed to start taking vitamins, so I bought these multi-vitamins at Wal-mart. I've been taking one a night. It's not boosted my energy much. I feel as though I'm about to collapse.