I can be let out again.


Okay, enough pity party for me; things is lookin up.

So I took care of the lice a second time, and then I went for the art-drop in at Sanctuary and made some jewelry, and then Rebekah took me out for a drink. So it was a pretty good day after all, even though I started it off full of rage.

Also, I got not one but two sources of income. The first is continuing the tutoring job with which I raised $500 for India in March. I can't believe parents will pay that much to additionally-educate their brainiac youngster, but I'm not gonna complain. The second job is babysitting a satellite instrument that will be in our department for "testing" (do I know what I am talking about? No.) next week. It's sweet: you just sit there all night, knitting and writing code for your own research, and you take the instrument's temperature every half hour. Come sunrise, you've earned yourself a hundred bucks and can pay your rent. And that is wicked.

If you get a chance, listen to the despair of my talented and hilarious friend Marshall , who had the fortitude to walk away from a shitty (non-paying) job this week.

Current song: Such Great Heights by the Postal Service

Posted: Sat - July 23, 2005 at 02:06 PM        

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