#304

I am successfully moved into the Full House. It was an adventure with lots of rushing around and improvising but it's done. Yay! It feels so good to be out of Squirrel Hill. I really started to loathe that neighborhood near the end. But who knows, maybe I'll be back?

I am awake after only 5 hours of sleep. I feel like I was hit by a truck and I couldn't figure out why. Then I remember we went to the bar to celebrate after moving. I had two whole beers which normally wouldn't make me feel this way but I guess after not eating a whole lot yesterday it was enough.

We were sitting outside the bar last night, drinking in the night air, when a guy I've only met a few times who never ever remembers me asked if I was hungry. Ummm, yeah I was starving. He disappeared and returned a few minutes later with a hot dog and a box of chicken wings. They were the most delicious things ever.

I also ate at a Chick-fil-A. I'm sad that my dislike of chicken has led me to never try this place. I found it actually pretty delicious and they have waffle fries. I'm a sucker for anyplace that has waffle fries. The only weird thing about this place is it is closed on Sundays. A bit like Hobby Lobby.

Ohhhhhhhh, I got a road bike yesterday. It is a Bianchi. I've always wanted a Bianchi. It'll probably be my only Italian made method of transportation ever. It feel off of a bike rack and somersaulted down the highway so somethings need to be fixed but then it'll be fully functional. I am surprised to admit it but this biking thing is kind of addictive.