Last wednesday in SF

Less than two days. Sort of mind-blowing. I sold CDs at Amoeba today, and got 80 bucks! That was nice. And there was minimal judgement by the lady who bought them. That guy from Brian Jonestown Massacre was there, thank god I didn't get him as my buyer. He's so goofy and freaks me out!

Today was what I will crassly call "carpet and drapes" day- haircut and bikini wax. I hope to find some good people in Chicago, but you never know! I'll miss my stylist, Jeremy, he's so damn funny. All we talked about today was how their apprentice relapsed and is in "the program" and major gossip. Then the owner showed me his tatoo, in the shape of a necklace, that says DADDY really big on it. Total bear! It was great. I'll be sure to make an appointment there if I'm ever in town again.

Tonight is my last night with Patricia and Juan, and our top model experience. This will be very very sad.

Tomorrow I have to BART down to SFO and pick up the minivan. I'm hoping nothing goes wrong - like that Seinfeld episode where they simply don't have a car for you. I'm also hoping the van fits into our parking space in the garage so I can pack it up in advance.

I can't believe I'm moving. I am amazingly not concerned about anything - about having no money or no job - I'm just confident everything will work out. I feel so great. Cheeseball!