help is on the way

Strange nightmares, followed by dark days. Unanswered job-related questions, unopened emails, and $85 in the bank account. My life is on pause, and there isn't a temp available to fill in for a few days.

I'm drinking yerba mate latte blend. It's dark and evil, and will give me energy for tonight. I'm leaving soon to help set up at the Cubik and Origami record release party. Then I will party and ignore the rain outside. Dance dance dance. Tomorrow morning I have to get up at 8am for my first volunteer shift at the cancer clinic. Hopefully the yerba mate will see me through that as well. I'm nervous and excited, like on a second date with high potential. Tomorrow night is the Cloudfactory fashion show, and I don't work on Mondays, so I'm seriously looking forward to Monday morning.

I like listening to Francisco and Kris downstairs playing video games. Whatever they're shooting at is apparently hilarious. Joe just walked by in his underwear and waved at me. He just got out of the shower, his second favorite place (I think his first favorite is K's vagina. Oh no I didn't!). James is somewhere, and wants to buy bacon or other breakfast meats with Francisco soon. Hopefully this paragraph gives a good picture of what it's like to live in our big San Francisco house. It's a good place. Except for whatever geological activity caused the house to crack a few weeks ago. Now none of the doors parallel to the front door fit in their frames. The perpendicular doors are all fine though.

In case you can't tell, I'm in a really weird mood tonight. It's not terrible, but I wouldn't describe it as jubilant either. We'll see what happens. I try to remain patient and vigilant, like a patriotic guard. Maybe I need a uniform.