I can’t believe it’s been five days since I last blogged. But my previous entry is dated Wednesday, July 9, so I guess that’s the evidence right there.

I went to Park Slope yesterday and looked at three apartments, but one wasn’t that great and none were actually in the part of Park Slope that I want to live in. And from scanning through ads in the Village Voice, the Times, and online for apartments in Park Slope and Carroll Gardens, there’s barely anything out there at $1100 or less.

So I think I might bite the bullet and look into a roommate. I think it might be fun to live with a nice, cool, female roommate. Maybe a lesbian. Definitely not a chirpy sorority sister. I’d probably be able to live in a nicer place than I would by myself, and I’d also probably be able to lower my rent by $200-300, which would be wonderful. Plus, it could be a boost for my social life, which would be good.

It could also be a nightmare, of course.

I had a really bad roommate experience in the winter of 2000. I was working at some random job in Hopewell, NJ, about 15 minutes from Princeton, so I decided to move to Princeton. I found a roommate through the classifieds. He was a straight guy with a dog, but I think he was sexually confused (the roommate, not the dog), because I always got this weird uncomfortable vibe from him, and we wound up getting along horribly, because I think he sublimated his sexual confusion by yelling at me. So I moved out after four months.

After that, I had a really great roommate situation with a male friend of mine. So maybe I need to live with a friend.

At any rate, I responded to an ad today from a woman in Park Slope looking for a roommate, and she wrote back. In describing herself, she said that she works from home for a nonprofit. I’m not sure I’d want to live with someone who works from home. She’d always be there.

So I don’t quite know what I’m going to do.

Anyone need a roommate in Brooklyn, maybe September 1 or October 1, or know someone who does? Let me know.

I want to go on vacation. I want to just rent a car, toss a suitcase and a couple of really big books — such as the one I’m currently reading — in the trunk, drive up to the hinterlands of New England, and check into a motel room for a week. I want not to think about money or the fun that other people are having.

It’s weird. I was relieved after I got my HIV test, but now I have this nagging sense of something else bothering me. It feels health-related, but I think that’s only because I’m a hypochondriac, and we often use our health as a metaphor for other things that are bothering us in our lives. What more must I do to convince myself that I’m healthy? Nothing more, really. It’s all psychological.

I’m planning to move to Brooklyn this fall. So many of my friends seem to live there. My one friend in Jersey City moved to Atlanta last week, so I’ve currently got nobody in town. Actually, I ran into a local acquaintance last night in Jersey City while getting dinner, which not only belies the fact that I know nobody in Jersey City, but also gives me some hope that I might be able to get out of my lease early. My lease ends on November 1. I mentioned to my acquaintance that I was planning to move, perhaps even before my lease ended, and he told me he’d be interested in my apartment, even if I leave early. Perhaps a readily available replacement would encourage my landlord to let me break my lease two months ahead of time.

I want to live near my friends. I want to be able to spontaneously call someone and see if he wants to grab dinner or see a movie. I don’t want to have to schlep across the river into Manhattan just to be social. People don’t call me. They seem to forget about me because I live across the state line.

Brooklyn has beautiful Prospect Park, too.

My commuting time would increase, and my living expenses might increase, but I think it would be worth it.

Money is something else I’m worried about lately — or at least my somehow-decreased ability to pay off credit card debt, which I’d wiped out but now have again because I bought a new computer in March. I want a raise.

I think I’m finally going to join a chorus this fall.

I need more friends, I need to write more, I need to be more disciplined and organized with my time, I need more money (or I need fewer expenses).

I wish that time would stop.

Just so I can empty out my brain for a little bit.