matt is busy moving the rest of his belongings and furniture out of our apartment and into paul's place. i'm slowly starting to realize how empty it will feel around the house. matt will be gone, jess is never home. it'll be like living by myself again. that's fine, i would never complain about it. i'll have lots of space. i'll be able to run around and do whatever. i'll be able to fall asleep to the tv. leave the lights on until i go to bed.

but i also won't have matt to talk to. we both had that annoying habit, at times, to come up with something seemingly brilliant right at the point where we know that we're not going to get enough sleep for work the next day.

i'll miss yelling across the room to matt, saying "turn that fucking thing off" about his alarm clock. of course, i'm half asleep when it happens, so it probably comes out as "mmmmf! fuck!" it's okay, though…the point is made. sometimes i think that i end up doing the job better than the alarm clock.

i guess i barely knew matt when i moved in. we had talked quite a bit, but there's so little you know about a person until you share that kind of space. i think i learned a lot about living with someone. i think i learned a lot about matt and how we are both similar, yet very different. there are fundamental things that matt and i have in common, and we've had long talks about them. he's the quiet one. i'm the loud, obnoxious one. it happens that way.

at first, the idea of bipolar was a novelty. we were two friends that both wanted to do a weblog. i can't remember which one of us came up with the dual weblog idea (probably matt. all the good ideas are his), but we rolled with it. i've learned a lot about (semi)daily writing. i've learned a lot about myself. i've learned a lot about matt. bipolar, now, seems like such a natural thing that i don't know what i'd do without it. i don't think i would even write here without matt on the other side.

probably write that screenplay ginna is hounding me about.

it's raining outside. i'm stuck at work, hoping to squeeze out early so i can help (watch) the guys load up the u-haul and head over to paul's. i'm sure they'll need me sitting on the porch, drinking beer, supervising with the best of 'em.