Alright. I suppose I needed one of these. This blog may keep me from shearing all my hair off when I feel especially neurotic. Always happens, trying to change it.
I'm living in Memphis, Tennessee because of the art school here. Twice today the same father and son came to the door, begging to let them cut the lawn in exchange for $6. Times are tough. No one in our house had $6 to give them, even if we had pooled the money. Times are tough all over.