Number 52

you only get one picture a day since i don’t have time to code something to let you browse.

my first impression of my first glimpse of my first new york rat was: ‘He looks pretty friendly.’ He had a nice even and healthy brown coat, looked quite content with his glinty eye, and was hanging out right next to a sign warning hu-mans about something called ‘rodenticide.’ a girl on the subway was also totally flirting with me, but since i do not have a phone number or a permanent address, there really wasn’t a reason to try and talk to her. [and i’m a mewling pansy].

i need to start looking for an apartment. i’d like to decide where i would like to live, but instead i should look for where i can afford to live and still save some money and pay off my bills. i should probably make sure that i have another gig lined up after this one but i don’t have time for that either. i renegotiated the nature of my association with Into The Fire, LLC. and starting monday i will now be a set production assistant. i don’t think i am moving up so much as sideways, and the folks in the office seem to believe it is a step downward. i’m not sure if that is truly the case or if they just don’t want me to leave. i’m a hard worker. also, since today is my mother’s birthday and i’m in no real position to send her anything but love and good wishes, i gave the girls in the office some flowers in her honor. happy birthday mom! i’ll call tonight.

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