so i’m “between homes” with dusty & my minions. we are staying with dusty’s family…all of them…in a duplex in small town wisconsin….sigh. dusty disappears as dusty does, and apocalyptic mamas lose a little bit more of their minds. but this too shall pass…right?
i have moses jones with me. all my materials and pages. i even remembered to get my pens out and take them for a walk to keep them from clogging as i struggle in an unfamiliar environment. struggle with my routine being fucked up. struggle with kids and cohorts stressed to the maximum.
i have not found the time, energy, or space to work on moses jones.
i need to find a place to live. so so need to do that. a room of one’s own, right? a home of one’s own? an artist loses what little she has of her mind when she squats in a two bedroom apartment with three other adults & four small children.
and i accidentally got hired to work a real job. a real job? who do i think i am? i haven’t worked outside my home since early 2006. fuck an alarm clock.
sigh.
moses jones: apocalyptic mama 
Woah, a real job? I’m slightly jealous and also extremely terrified for you!! Good luck!
it was between me & some other guy. i’m pretty sure they picked the other guy. i’m hoping they picked the other guy. i’m thinking of becoming tyler durgin & creating a society where money isn’t necessary & i can just draw all the time.
Oh nice! Can I join??? I remember fight club enough to have only a hazy sense of what it would be like to be tyler durgin, but I can definitely get being the society without money and endless drawing!