justashadow

I hate not being able to sleep. I spent the last hour laying away staring at the twinkling lights bordering my ceiling. The soft rhythmic breathing next to me that is usually all I need to drift asleep to was of no help tonight. So, a bit more detailed update from me is warranted I believe. My time working near Boston has come to an end and I have returned home finally. I still want to cut my housemate's heart out with a spoon, but the time I have left in this situation is drawing shorter by the day. I have begun the arduous task of hunting down a new roof to sleep beneath, a process hindered by the uncertaintly of exactly what my income will be come the fall. For those of you privy to the details of my life, the job I've been gunning for seems to be a solid lock. The formality of a cover letter and resume are the only hurdles remaining before the gears of HR begin their agonizingly slow revolutions. I have found a wonderful sculptor who, for some reason unbenownst to me, finds my company as pleasurable as I find hers. I suppose that is all I have the energy to write for the moment.
~shadow