Thursday is Craft Night our house. Last week Emily made clay chickens, a horse, and a duck.

Yesterday I was so hopeful. I applied to four jobs.
Q: What happened to my optimism?

A: It was swallowed down with the shot of apple cider vinegar I had after breakfast this morning. After breakfast this morning then consequently, I had nothing but hopelessness.

If hope floats then does hopelessness sink? Gee. That's what it sure feels like.

The Christmas- time Salvation Army bell ringers now accept debit/credit. If thats not a sign of the apocalypse then it must have already happened when we were busy buying things.

PS: Can loyalty be learned? Or are you just born with it, much like blonde hair?


I think today (as a concept) will yeild 6 or so comics. And one package from my mom. I hope she sent me some empanadas or coffee or a job.

New word: flummery
Mumbo jumbo; nonsense


Well, my plants are parched. Anyway, it feels good to be needed.