sometimes i am glad i am in san francisco where i don’t have enablers around every corner, waiting with the car running, in case i need to be picked up at some street corner, late at night, without a bus pass, crying my face off just because it’s february.
for one thing, february here is quite a nice month.
and for another i think it’s time i got over this melodrama that has been living with me my whole life. or at least get over it a little. like tonight this girl who’s been driving me home ended up not being able to drive me home and so at 9:30 pm i realized the burrito, the image of a burrito with carne asada and no tomato, which had been floating over my head all day wasn’t going to materialize. it’s a sad fact that el metate closes at 10. and no matter how you slice it, it takes at least 45 minutes to get home from state on public transportation. after 9 it is almost always closer to an hour.
when i realized this, i almost started crying. and then at the daly city bart stop, when the next train wasn’t expected for 10 minutes, tears actually WELLED UP in my eyes.
anyway, i didn’t really go grocery shopping this weekend and i used my small amount of cash to take me home from daly city (because i thought, ha ha ha, it would be faster) and the only place in the mission that takes debit cards and is open after 10 is macdonalds. i don’t want to talk about it. the fries were old.
anyway, of course the tragedy of not accepting debit is one of the few but serious problems with san francisco. others: gang violence, double parking and postal carriers in street clothes. I CANNOT HANDLE POSTAL CARRIERS IN STREET CLOTHES.
the weather however is fabulous and now i am going to sleep. i discovered my brother has a blog the other day by the way. he’s pretty sweet. today i told my class (the one i ta for) that my brother was like my internet but better because i can call him and ask him about who played what or did something and before i am 3 words into the question he knows the answer. he has other good qualities too. goodnight.