Upon a crude review of graduation requirements for the city college of san francisco, I have discovered that I am one relatively difficult semester or two embarrassingly easy semesters away from a degree.
This, my dears, is excellent news.
Tomorrow I have an interview at a temp agency, except the address she gave me over the phone is more than slightly different from the address I found on the internet. I will be making an early morning phone call tomorrow. Then I will be aceing that interview. Think of me at 2pm. Then think: Don't fuck it up.
We played pool and I made fun of a drunken Australian man last night. It was a good time. My brother slept on the couch and the dog insisted on being his pillow. I cleaned for five hours. That was yesterday.
Today we had omelettes (the boys) and granola (me) and a bagel (me) and bacon (me) and a cookie (me) at 1pm. I will miss this life.
one year ago today: nothin. two years ago today: nothin. three years ago today: nothin.