sicpowered

the long course:

dark days, cold bright shivering days, with little resources but hollow warmth and a robust love to keep the shit from ultimately hitting the fan. the future holds other things, more, and i have a wary eye turned to towards what could be, and what is a highly, massively different way...

of course, circumstances being what they are, we are certainly not leaving the fan unattended, nor are we turning our eyes too far from the possiblity that we are truely well and goodly fucked. not in a happy, big "O" kinda way.

the short course:

it sucks when, not one, but all the people in the house cease to get paid. the things we do to make ends meet.