I’m especially lonely tonight so it seems a good time to write. For the past 2 days I have left my apartment maybe 2 hours total. I’m poor now. I have moved out of Pete’s SOMA home into my very own place in the Lower Knob. Rent is a steep $1150. I would be ok, not particularly poor, had I not flown to San Diego last weekend to spend a rainy 4 days in a ship-wrecked sailboat. I want to say it was worth it… but I also want to say it’d be really fucking sweet to leave the house for a beer right now.
I’ve applied for jobs this week, most of them half-heartedly but today I finished a resume for a Chronicle Books internship in the Children’s Department. I’m so excited and if I get it I will be making zero more dollars than I am currently. I need to start thinking like a wolf. But I do see myself as a book publisher so cash monies or no, I’m stoked. I want it SO bad:)
Amanda June phoned me at 5 am crying. Jay is leaving her and she’s freaked out. Also Memaw is going bankrupt. Also, Brandon (my little bro) is having a nervous breakdown. I feel terrible for everyone but even more huge, I have this sinking feeling that my support structure is crumbling. Suddenly I am the strong one and it’s a bit scary.
That’s all for now really. The lovely Brandon is off with his school friends. I am here alone. Time to get the ball rolling. Maybe I’ll go ahead and drop that resume in Chronicle’s inbox- then sneak away from my responsible self for a moment to have a beer at The Summer Place.