well, coming down to the wire now... tomorrow I graduate from "unemployed" to "student." As a matter of pride I'll point out that unemployed means mostly unpredictable freelance contracting mixed with a lot of hanging out at coffeeshops and catching up on all the books I always wanted to read but never had the time to.

I'm actually kind of excited about it. The last few days have been kind of enlightening--I'd forgotten about all the necessary details that come with going to school. You know what i mean... all those bothersome little things like, oh i don't know, buying your textbooks. I was all proud of myself friday for remembering to buy a fresh notebook and a three-colored pack of pens when i remembered that not only had I not gone to pick up the texts, I didn't even know where the campus bookstore was for ACC.

So my schedule fucking sucks for the first month. Not only am I taking my first 8am class, it meets every. single. day. and two days a week I've got a noon-4 class as well, so i'm in class for 8 hours straight with a 10 minute break every two hours and 20 minutes at noon. I'm going to be hating life until after june. I think i may have to take up guitar again to deal with the stress.

back from my two week jaunt across america. ok, not really american so much as madison and new york. and not really back so much as waiting for my brother to quit flirting with his insurance agent and pick me up from this fucking coffeeshop so i can make the three hour drive back to austin and pick up my dog.