How To Completely Disappear

Good Afternoon.

The week is melting in to the next and I've had some fun--like the Super Ego & Id dirty-dancing  off of a cliff, only to land in some sort of ball-pit, but then sinking through, deep underground, to the depths of the Earth's Core and there, we find ourselves accosted, encroached by Creatures you'd think would be living in said conditions: leathery skin, pointy ears, terrible saw-tooth fangs.  And, at the zenith of our fear, one of them, Harrison, pulls me aside and tells me despite the fire, lava, and inexplicable bones scattered about, they succumbed to the same anxieties and self-loathing that afflicted us Surface Dwellers.  After a few cocktails, we exchanged facebook friendships and they, in a very direct altruism, purchased a few bus tickets and sent us on our way.

I haven't done anything all week relating to Apartment Hunting and it's wearing on me.  We're busy at my restaurant and I need  the income (for specific purposes: writing class, girlfriend's birthday, very good friend coming in to Chicago next week), but I feel detached from my real work and I'm trying to keep it from becoming corrosive.

And I'm out of time:

-I have to work-out (30 minutes)

-Get ready for work (30 minutes)

-Commute Downtown (one hour)

-Run back-and-forth in a restaurant (9 hours) 

-Pass out at my girlfriend's (?)

Maudlin Recaps don't suit me well, I know.

-m