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Come Monday (I think), I will no longer be homeless. Now all those homeless jokes can dissipate. Thank fucking God. I found a place last night in the Wicker Park(WP)/West Town area (thank you Craigslist). Ironically enough, my new place is a few blocks from where I used to live before I moved into my now former apartment. I hope I don't run into my former lesbo roommate. That could be quite awkward. I'm gonna be shacking with two guys, actors, from now until August. I much rather live with guys than girls. They are much more laid back to live with. My new roommates like sports so I know I will be forced to watch baseball. Maybe now I will actually go to a game. It's going to be the cheapest place I've ever lived including the most gigantic closet I've ever had. I'll be saving money so I can hopefully put the money towards getting my own place. They are the second set of roommates I've had that have immediately given me keys to the apartment before I've officially moved in. People are so trusting here in the Midwest. The entire situation will be better. A two minute walk to the train, a ten minute commute downtown, lots of new bars and such in the area, walking distance to my fave music venues, and best of all, lots of friends in the 'hood. Frenchie found a place nearby, so now he'll be my neighbor. Maybe I'll still get a chance to see him with his shirt off (just kidding). My new BFF, Theresa, lives close too and she happens to have the most amazing apartment I've seen here in Chicago. I wish I could move in there. Suddenly, things don't seem so bad. I'm now looking forward to the summer. I'm sure there will be a lot of activity in the area including get-togethers and wild parties. I of course will not be throwing a party for a very long time.

This has simply been one of the most challenging/busiest weeks of recent memory. I've been going non-stop for days desperately trying to find a place and keep up with social obligations. It's still hard coming into work everyday experiencing all this duress. The other night I found myself rummaging through the mail room trash looking for more free Jamba Juice coupons like a true homeless person. I scored four more coupons. Last night I didn't get "home" until 1 am. The next two nights I'm seeing bands play and I know it'll be more of the same. I just want my life back at this point. I want to write again, start reading more books, illegally downloading music, updating my Myspace profile, and just be able to chill and get things done without stress involved. I know things will settle down soon. I'm dreading moving again. I hate living like a nomad. I don't even have a bed to sleep on. Air mattress for the time being, I suppose. So, the next few months will definitely be a new adventure for me. New people, new experiences, more shows, more drinking, and a lot more partying with the French. C'est bon! I could really use a vacation, right now. I should take off somewhere.

I keep thinking about how unsettled my life is. I'm almost 30 and haven't figured it out yet. I'm constantly moving from place to place, guy to guy, job to job. I just wish I had something to hold on to. Then again, I don't believe in settling. I don't want to settle for some stupid job I hate or for some guy who is just okay. There are too many interesting guys out there to just settle for one right now. But like I've said a million times, if the right one came along I would instantly become monogamous. I would like a more permanent residence, also, instead of having to move every few months. And I would like to make a living as a writer because then I'd be accomplishing something instead of compromising. Maybe all of this shit is preparing me for my big move to NYC. Maybe I'm just not meant to stay in Chicago indefinitely. I am quite good at living out of a suitcase, so we'll see. One day at a time for now.