How long . . . let's just skip all that and dive right in.
How I feel today: i'm a little scattered, like a torn up sheet of paper tossed into the wind; i know i'm supposed to be whole and there is a certain way i fit together, but i'm all over the place and i can't tell how all the pieces go together. That's actually how i've been feeling for the last couple weeks.
General Update: For the last month (holy shit it has been almost a month) I have been homeless. Not the hobo type of homeless, no riding open-bed cars under the stars or cans of beans warmed carefully over trashcan fires stoked under train bridges. I've been homeless in that I've had no house to call my own, but thanks to understanding friends and a tolerant Igor I have kept a roof over my head.
Update of the Future: This very Saturday (knock on wood, kiss a rabbit's foot, rub a leprechaun's left nut) Annalisa, Marry Ann and I will be moving into our new house. Once we get settled in I'll have pictures and start working on my in-patient projects again.
Here's what to look for in the following months:
coptic binding
tax blues
metalwork
rollerskating shenanigans
more fun with reactive polymers
*and*
maybe even some fine writing
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