archernu

Two weeks ago I had ten dollars to my name. I wasn't writing--or speaking very much. I was very depressed. Then I (Thank God and all his angels) got a job. The pay is only mediocre, but hosting/food running at Typhoon! is income nonetheless. (And I eat for free.) Now, already, I can feel myself crawling back from the depths of my own shadow. Sweet, non-fleeting relief. Hoo-rah.