So, I was up for a really great job at a beautiful vet's office. What happens? The old office manager who worked there for 10 years 6 years ago came around looking for a job. CRAP!!!! They told me I would have been a good fit but what can you do when you have a ready-made, fully trained person?

Not in the mood to look for a porn title today. So sorry.

Well, still no job. I don't remember a time, except when I first moved to SF when I was 20, that I have been without some kind of income. I have enough money for October's rent, and then I am broke. I can't go anywhere interesting, since I need to save gas, and am tormenting myself today about wanting to spend $8 on a book. I have been coupon-clipping and checking out the circulars to save as much on groceries as possible, and discovering that a $1 can of chili with some cheese and onions isn't too bad a meal. I have irons in the fire, but feel a bit like I am imprisoned in my own home. Good thing I have some interesting projects to work on or I'd be going nuts. Hopefully the irons will be smokin' hot soon.

ETREINTES A LA PRISON DE FEMME


this looks really interesting and strange....

A moment of silence, please, for Alex the Parrot, who passed away unexpectedly last week. He gave new meaning to the word "birdbrain".