I haven't posted for a while, but I've noticed the less I write, the more traffic my blog gets. Strange.

I broke into my old apartment today, which seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I'm not so sure. My old roommate called me and asked me to fix his guitar (which was my job for a few years). I stopped by, he wasn't home. For no particular reason, I still have a key, even though I haven't lived there for eight months. I let myself in, grabbed the guitar, breezed out. No big deal. Until I got home. Then it occurred to me that if he came into my apartment like that, I'd probably have a hissy fit. I don't actually think he'd care, since he's asked me to move back in about once a week since I moved out. He'll probably think this means I'm taking him up on it. I did leave a note, so hopefully he won't call the police. I hate cops.