Sorry Burningman, I have other priorities. You are still in the back of my mind, but my life is too important right now to schedule around you.

People have started offering me affordable tickets. My inability to accept them must mean something, and I guess I'm ok with that. My life is changing so quickly these days and things are getting interesting enough that Burningman is more like a weighty nuisance than a rewarding adventure.

Oh well, aging.

We had a really good housewarming party yesterday. A lot of people came. I was surprised to wake up at 2am and hear people downstairs still partying it up on a Sunday night, but that's the kind of crazy people we know. Some out-of-towner pikans showed up randomly, and the MIT factor was pretty overwhelming until about 10 o'clock, after which only the hardened partykidz had enough stamina to keep things going. There's still some mess downstairs, and I found some pretty horrific stuff on the porch this morning, but all in all the mess was totally manageable, and the floors are only subtly sticky. The dishwasher has a new and exciting drool problem.

subtly sticky, maybe that would be a good band name or email address.

My financial situation has officially reached the point where I am willing to accept temp work. The temp agency is my bitch, I am not it's bitch. Maybe if I repeat that enough times it will sink in, and I won't fall into the temp hole again.

The temp hole: Where apathetic admins go to die.

On today's list: apply to a volunteer job, close NZ bank account and extract all funds from them, ask MIT for my transcript, stay positive, stay focused, finish cleaning dripwasher.