End of the week
June 07, 2009 / 4:45 a.m.
I worked at John's house yesterday. Cleaned the cat piss of the baseboards, washed off the hand prints on the banister, wiped out the fridge, got the grease off the hood system. Afterward, with my paycheck in my wallet, after pouring myself a second pint of beer from the tap downstairs, I went up to the top floor, got his black macbook off his desk that he's mentioned he wants to sell, and sat on the floor against the bookshelf looking at it. I was sitting in such a way that I had time to quickly put it back in its place below his mac air the second I heard the door downstairs open, with more than enough time to spare to get up and make it look like i was busy.
Here I was on this computer, and I just thought how nice it would be to own. Maybe I could bring up the topic of buying it from him on Wednesday or Thursday next week, whenever I work there. Offer to pay him, say, $300 as a down payment, and then offer to work off the other $500 or so on a monthly basis. I'd imagine it would be something he'd be willing to do.
To have this computer to go out places and write... I don't know. It would be great. All I have now is an ancient tube-screen monitor connected to a hard-drive from my dad's old office that was cast aside years ago in favor of updated technology. He gave it to me for my birthday to write with. I haven't written anything.
Off to loan $200 to my mom so she can make rent and feed her dog, etc. She called me from the doctor's waiting room after she got off of work yesterday: Whispered 'Can i borrow some money? Why are you whispering? I'll call you back.'
And maybe watch the Finals when I'm there. Lakers and Magic.
There's a free show at the Holocene tonight. Talkdemonic, Nurses, that band who got 'Best New Band of 2009' in Willamette week.
Honestly I just feel like being by myself tonight, though. It's been all I can muster just to keep it together lately. I need a break.