Lost my job. Thought I'd suddenly transform into June Cleaver and no. Learned how to make yeast bread and I've been cleaning the kitty box with astonishing regularity. Had a yard sale, but just ended up giving shit to people. "You're so cute! Have this Siouxie CD. No, really!"
Moreover, lack of funding signals the end of my reign as Queen of the Art Whores. Blast this one last painting off of layaway and I'm done. Fuck.
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