A Dispatch From The Very Nearly Nowhere

I know I said that I'd still be updating while on vacation. I lied. Sorry.

I'm giving my two weeks for my current job today. Woot. It's about goddamn time. I don't have a job set up, but this one has sucked my soul for long enough. I'm moving on Sunday. You might say I'm movin' on up, to a big old apartment in the sky/a shitty duplex apartment next to a crack house on West Seventh. Still, woot.

I don't know where the time has gone up here. I've spent my days painting, practicing, talking, sleeping in, making terrifically planned, poorly executed food, and reading by the lake. It's been amazing.

I've been extraordinarily grateful for friendships, for A___, who came up with me, for a number of friends back home and from my former life, (not in the supernatural sense...) one of whom it was painful, but amazing to talk with.

I know I'm being cryptic and vague and talking far too much about my personal life, but I feel 100% rejuvenated; getting out of my current living situation has been a godsend. The perspective it's given me, the sense of peace--ah, fuck it, you get the point.

Just thought I'd let you know.

In other news, White-Bread, formerly It Has Happened Before, has changed names yet again. Adventures in Cognitive Dissonance has an excellent art post up, featuring a topless Kate Moss photo, so, no kids allowed.