So I just sat down to start cutting my fingernails. I know, I haven’t posted in weeks and the first thing I come back with is fingernails. Well, deal with it. There’s at least a reason for it.

One month ago while messing with the plugs for lights on a U-Haul tow dolly, I bent my thumbnail back. It hurt like hell, and there was really no reason for me to have done it. Why should you care? Well you probably won’t even after I explain it (I’m not sure I’ve even got any readers anymore), but here I go anyway.

One month ago is about the last time I knew what I was doing. I’ve been in Madison for almost a month and I’m still completely lost. Sure I’ve got this job, and I’ve got this great girl with me. But I have almost no clue where I am or where I’m going. Too make things more fun, on this particular night I happen to be sitting alone in an empty apartment after angering said wonderful girl for something very stupid. So here I sit, listening to depressing music wondering where she’s gone and why, after three weeks I still have no clue what my job is. Why I’m even here.

The girl has been telling me since we got here how lonely she is and if it weren’t for my job I would be in the same boat. I don’t think I’m really that far off though. Sure I have something to do during the day but I have yet to meet anyone I would consider a friend.

That night I bent my thumbnail back is now probably one of the last memories I’ll have of Manhattan and how my life used to be. This would have to be the first time since graduation that I really wish I was back there, or home, or pretty much anywhere but here. My parents are mad at me, the girl is mad at me, we have no friends here. Isn’t life grand.

Currently Playing: Flickerstick – Coke