everything as a water-colored blur

Har har I'm homeless
again
but it won't last, I've got the paperwork (meaning money) and I've got an apartment. I just can't move in until I pay the first months rent which is in my bank account which is inacessible. 'It's all about timing.'
So what's new dude?
Well, Dan and I had what you might call an argument this morning, although you'd be wrong. It was more like 'Well, this is how I've been feeling recently. . ." and due to the nature of these feelings I decided that it would be prudent to leave. So it's the streets for two nights, then my brand new apartment. It's a cubicle really, but it's got a bedroom so at least I'll have the privacy that I couldn't afford earlier. As a side note Dan and I left on good terms, no yelling or anything. The landlady/apartment manager was nice enough to let me put all my crap in the apartment. As a homeless person I am dependent on strangers. I wish I had some booze for the weekend. Fare ye well.

A decent man's excuse or 'I like it the way it is'

haven't slept yet
day two
worked a 65-hour week. Before this I had not worked so much as 30 hours in one week. It's a good thing that the job I have allows me to be what I like.
So much for the aftershock. There isn't a moment left to itself, I mean, here I am in the library writing this after not having slept. I can't turn off the auto-pilot. I'm collecting habits like a secretary (wait, I am a secretary. . .)
The more I work the more I want. Some sort of unconsciuos compensatory mindset digging in hour after hour. Like I deserve something. This sort of dangerous thinking.
Cognitive Mindset: Chemical Dependant Joy
I'm developing something of a drug problem (to say nothing of the agony my delicate knee has been in, I have a very fragile body, and must treat it with more care.)
Where the fuck is Blake?