Helping out with the plan

To help with my plan (the whole I'm-a-dirty-hippy-who-doesn't-use-credit-cards-anymore thing), I decided to lose my wallet yesterday. I was holding:

A sandwich
My phone
My wallet

Me and Audrey raaaan for the bus (hey, it was her first day of work, we couldn't be late).

Once on the bus I (wisely) decided that my delicious sandwich was much more important than an inedible cloth rectangle full of plastic and paper. So was my phone, because some of the sandwich had gotten onto the phone and I had to lick it off.

This is the first time I've ever lost a wallet or purse in my whole life. I was just a little off with the routines. It felt bad at first but now it strangely feels awesome (it helps that I have the keys to my office petty cash box). Every quarter I find on the floor of my room has new importance. I was starving without food last night at Francisco's, hanging out after my eye appt (at which they were very nice about my lack of funds and picked out the most stylish glasses I've ever owned), when I found some cereal and bananas I had bought a few days ago. They tasted very good. Then I cleaned his room (because I'm crazy) and listened to all his music. I think that's the first time I've ever hung out at his house alone. It was really wonderful, and somehow made the place mine. His roomates are workaholics too apparently, because they also weren't there at 8pm.

Anyway, it was a much more unusual day than I had expected. Today seems to be going that direction as well. I get off work at noon today so many things could happen. Starting with the DMV. And the beach? Then it's time for some Matt, who I haven't really talked to in at least 4 or 5 months. Today is sentimental and weird. I've become separated from my current life and am visiting old thoughts. Sometimes it shocks me what broad swaths of memories and feelings I've forgotten about.