I’m trying to write this while sitting on the end of my couch, while Guy tries to get me to pet him by clawing at my side. Bastard furball! Knock it off! I’m pretty exhausted: I don’t think I’ll have any trouble snoozin’ out tonight.

I met up with my friend Emily for breakfast in Bethesda. I left early and then got completely turned around and lost. Eventually finding a parking space, I met her at the Original Pancake House on Wisconsin for delicious buttermilk pancakes and sausages.

I was rockin’ in my urban explorer get-up: khaki cargo pants, black MARYLAND hooded sweatshirt, a messenger pack slung over my shoulder. It’s overstuffed now with various brochures. Speaking of which …

Emily (L), Danielle (R)

… So, I got some apartment hunting done today: a lot of places in D.C. only require thirty-days notice, so I kept hearing the same story: talk to us in May, or June. I bet my parents hope I find a place and don’t have to move in with them for a few days. There’d be kitties galore! I’m not discouraged, though: I’ve got a regular cornucopia of business cards and pamphlets. I think it’d be frickin’ (by which I mean “fucking” or “fraking”) awesome to live in Cleveland Park (which is the area in which I concentrated my search): the Uptown Theater, the Zoo, Metro stops, neat little bookshop … what a great neighborhood (even if the studio apartments are 280 square feet … eh, I can be creative in furniture layout).

Fun Metro ride to a lovely little lunch in downtown D.C.: 19th L Street. Somewhere between Farragut North and Farragut West Metro stops. Met up with Emily’s roommate Danielle (Danny, for short) at the Corner Bakery: they give you a number, you stick it up at your table, they bring you your food. I ordered a grilled ham & swiss sandwich and it was, really, heavenly. The place was just jam packed, we grabbed a booth before it had even been bussed and, ‘lo and behold, our food came out on trays.

Swung past the Borders for a D.C. Metro street map (in retrospect, shoulda just gone to the ADC store in the area, but, whatever). Shortly after that, it was back on the Metro for Bethesda. Left at 2:45, hit rush hour traffic. Loverly. I’m going to be looking in the area for a part-time job. I’d rather leave the day job and go work a few hours at night and avoid the rush hour hassle.