spinach, light, on left side, and chicken all over

Tomorrow/today marks the end of a short reign of complete female-dom in this house. Sigh.

Still looking everywhere I can for a new job. Thank god my soul gets replenished every time I walk out of that place. I'm beginning to hate my Converse.

My room actually looks somewhat like a room that I'm living in now. I got most of my things out of the boxes they've been sitting in for over a month, with the exception of all of my books and my small vinyl collection, which are all crying out for a real bookcase (the records are in dire need of a turntable to be paired with). Oh, and I thought I was going to put all my clothes away, but with the exception of the laundry I just did and the clothes I'm currently wearing, all of my clothing items are in a giant heap in the middle of my floor. Tomorrow. Today. They will be folded and have found a place in my new-ish closet.

Half of my life, as measured in net worth and material value, packed into this tiny little room with an even tinier adjoining bathroom. And it is still, almost, too much.

I yearn for the day I can travel, alone, wherever, whenever, and without fear. Fear of anything.

Tomorrow/today the house will have two new bodies occupying its inner spaces for the next three/four weeks. The next month looks like a grand old time.

And will, hopefully, contain better writing. But anyone reading this will probably have to wait 'til autumn comes 'round for the super poetic stuff. The muses will float and flit about the crisp air among all the falling leaves, then.