I wish I had a camera. My garbage can filled up last Saturday, so my apartment is buried in trash. It's hard to believe that I can create this much garbage in 4 days. The problem is that I haven't felt like cleaning lately and I've been working on projects that create a mess. I suppose that is a good thing, but I am out of table and counter space to store garbage and it's making it harder to find my keys.

It also makes it impossible to cook. Something tells me that cooking on the same counter as oxalic acid and paint stripper is a bad idea, so I've been eating out for the last few days.

I've had a series of odd coincidences 3 days in a row. On Sunday I met a girl outside a pizza place and talked to her over a few cigarettes on the patio. When I was leaving the CC Club on Monday, I heard someone call my name. The same girl. Tuesday, guess who I saw at Karaoke? It's kind of weird, but not in a creepy way. when things like this happen, it makes me wonder if I should take notice. Wouldn't it be nice if the universe wasn't random and that there was someone to explain odd happenings?