This is my favorite day of the week, or favorite period - Saturday morning. I woke up feeling a bit depressed and anxious. It's all about, mostly, the move coming up.

Last night I got woken up around 11:15 with the couple downstairs yelling at each other. It doesn't happen very often. With the way things are going at my place now, I'm not going to miss it, but it's too bad that I'm leaving because I don't like it here.

My friend called me last night saying that he will come to visit me today. Last week I had invited him over and he just didn't come. I told him that he should come very soon because it will be the last time he will be at my place. He's all against the move, so I hope that we won't argue about it.