Earn more sessions by sleeving
Ever have one of those days where you know if you’d just gotten 30, 45 minutes more of sleep, you’d be so much better off?
On Sunday, I went on a (drunken) whim back to (one of my old) stomping grounds, South City. I lived in South City two separate times, in 2000 after I’d been booted from the room I rented from one evil Mrs. Swan (not a reference to "MadTV"–an actual evil old landlady), and again in 2001 after I fled from my crazed roommate on Treasure Island, Crazy Queen (an actual made up nickname).
While there, I resided with Mr. Alterhausenn (then Allen) and J. Co (then Jen Co), holed up on their couch for longer than I should have in both instances. South City, like many cities on the Peninsula, is quaint and assuming (read: boring), with a considerable Latino population. I don’t know what I was attempting to achieve by making this sojourn, except to experience a spurt of nostalgia. But all it did was make me thankful I no longer lived there. Having to trek for some 800 blocks to the CalTrain station to get into the City. And it’s just too suburban for my liking.
Friday marks my eighth year working at my current company. And we’re moving offices next month. The excitement never ends.
