So: -had to wipe the painting. -owe 4 digits' worth of taxes -and it's the anniversary of matt's death. Today can feel free to be over anytime.

seriously -- now THAT's street theatre. read more.

the hair pomade you used to make your hair soft enough to detangle the gigantic pile of dreads that arrived in the night? it also makes your hair look greasy. save it for the actual dreads.

it might give you some insight into why i, and other formerly poor people, work so hard, and why complaining about not getting what you think you're entitled to don't go over well with us. i'm very grateful that i no longer have to do so many of the things on that list to get by; that not nearly as many things on the list apply to me; and that the day when i won't have to do any of them is in sight.... in spite of that, i've managed to come a long way from the days when well-meaning people anonymously left bags of groceries on my family's doorstep, and we'd eaten so many cheerios for so many meals that not even the dog could stomach them, anymore.... it gives grants for small, concrete things, like electric bills, a new water pump, a new tire, a visit to an optometrist, a computer -- all the sudden emergencies that are just minor potholes when you've got money, but utter sinkholes when you're trying to decide between the 10¢ or the 12¢ ramen.

the Early Grad student decorating phase. and Late Grad Student, now.