it's nearly four in the morning, atlanta time, and i can't sleep. i'm looking up how to move cross country in a scion xa and listening to the wind chimes outside. there's one night manager sitting at the kitchen table on his laptop and the tall creepy guy who always seems to be hovering right outside of our bathroom or room who may or may not actually be in a room now; otherwise, the house is asleep. it is a state i'd like to be in. we're going to the university tomorrow to check things out and friday we're getting facials. i'm hungry already. i need sleep.