huntermedic

so, boss iterates to me that having a job is really not that big of an issue for me anymore -- considering i dont really have one. i think she just wanted to see my face, give me a few minutes to contort into every messed up little pity expression i could muster. then moves onto the fact that we got in a massive amount of bay area art books; fresh from a dead girl.

so, then explains to me that the piles of books around the counter are called "the dead girl books" as "a nod to our own mortality".

but im still curious as a squirrel in lacking and bent on buying the modigliani pieces.

anyway, im just not on the schedule for the next couple weeks. so an extended vacation is perhaps the case.

moving into my new place on monday. 1920's tudor house; with 30's deco bed from vietnam. i cant believe im going to college.