Update

I've been writing and drawing, but not having a computer does shorten how much I can do... and really I shouldn't even be doing this, I should be looking at online ads.

Temp. Roomate situation is fine- she thinks my lentil,split pea,collard and mustard greens, garlic, onion, white wine, stock cube, thyme, olive oil and quinoa soup smells really nasty- so I make it when she's not there and then boil up a toffee flavored teabag. She does not conserve paper towels (which is just a pet peeve I'm dealing with silently as she rips off 8 sheets for who knows what), but that's about as dramatic as it's ever gotten between us.

I have a part time job at Victoria's Secret. To anyone who thinks that doesn't really sound like me... well, I do have work clothes from my period of HR where I decided that maybe I should look like an HR for my own good, and I do wear bras. And as for selling them with enthusiasim- my background in drama (and the bs I'd have to come up with for my commercial art projects) comes in handy. They know I'm going to weekends when I get a FT.

It's very rainy here. Normally that would predjiduce me to a city, but Chicago and I have a foundation, so instead I walk around noting how atmospheric the rain makes certain buildings and streets.

And Mom, you'll be glad to know I'm not loosing my driving skills. They are actively applied on the sidewalk. Approaching slow poke.... No, I can't pass... opposite traffic coming too fast... *slow down*... can I pass?... *check behind me to make sure noone else is trying to get ahead*... proceed past slow poke. (and there are a lot of slow pokes in this town. bloody buckets).

Love, me.