What is it with the universe lately. I’ve been taking my pills, eating regularly, actually getting out to see friends, I’m getting hit on, I’m getting compliments at my job, I’m never tired, I can focus better, I’ve been keeping my facial hair trimmed,I’m watching all of the seasons of Sex in the City to better understand women (if possible) , I’m usually in a good mood. But I shouldn’t be. Rachel doesn’t know if she wants to be with me let alone want to live with me after the lease is up. We are living in different rooms which is just wierd but is working out somehow. The funny thing is that I get less sleep now than I did before with her kicking and taking the covers. While having the girls flirt with me is flattering, I’m not one to settle with something just because I can have it. I want what I want and I won’t settle for less. Now she is leaving for a week and I’ll be alone and single with the crib all to myself. I’m told I should pimp, I’m told I should do nothing, and I’m told to sleep, but I will probably do none of these things. But there is a special person who needs my attention while I still have it to give so I’ll be there for them, if they call. Otherwise, I should crank out about 3 more songs, with Eastside Ellie’s help. Now the richest caucasian female hip hop producer, thanks to the fin aid.