No Longer Homeless

After 26 days of homelessness (a new personal best), I have found a place to stay. Great location, awesome roommate, walking distance to work and 7-11. It even comes with a bed.

Yesterday at work I had to take the recycling out, and the Flattened Cardboard Only bin was locked (so was the garbage dumpster next to it; it's to keep local residents from dumping their extra trash in there). My first thought: No wonder they lock this thing, with all that flattened cardboard, all you need is a blanket and it's a great place to sleep.

New Pants

I finally bought some new pants. This time it didn't get to the point where people around me were offering to pitch in their own money if I would just please buy some new pants.

I also finally figured out the controls for the heater in the Math Club: every number on the dial means maximum temperature. It's broken and stuck on full blast, and since it wont be fixed for a while, I'll just use it to heat up the branding iron for new members.

No, you're Schmoopy!

A conversation with Tim:

Tim: the government sent me some money.
Me: maybe now you can finally afford that face operation you wanted.
Tim: needed.

This is the guy that I'm dating. We're not one of those cutesy couples.

Reality

I dreamed that I had an mp3 player. It was awesome. Then I woke up on the floor, in my clothes and came back to reality, in which I would be happy just to have a clean ham sandwich and maybe a bed.