So, did I mention that I put Plan B into full effect?

Awesome...one hour spent writing a FUCKING LONG POST, and one accidental flick of the finger while I sneeze closes the whole window.  

I'm PISSED.

So I'm in Seattle now.  And I live with a stripper who just detoxed from methadone and has two kids with two baby daddies.  I met her in grad school and she took me in here after I overstayed my welcome in Boston.

Did I miss anything?

Nah, probably not.  I'm squeaking by (and squeaking doesn't begin to describe it) on freelance web gigs from craigslist.  I'm so tired of the whole struggling artist thing.

My stripper friend earns about $500 a night.  Too bad I'm not better looking.

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[Dave]

You would have done just fine 20 yrs ago with the stripper job but nooooo, you had to give glider rides.