Freebo's going to get it...

I'm writing this from my adorable little new Dell Inspiron Mini. Her name is Ingrid.

I'm watching last week's episode of Dexter, learning where the apostrophes are on this teeny tiny keyboard.

Things are bad. In this place, things are always bad, but I'm doing everything I can to work against it. I'm lonely, yes. I'm tired, yes. But soon enough, I'm out of here.

Maybe grad school. Maybe a cruise ship. Maybe a nine to five in the city of my choosing.

Either way, I can only rest under all of this for so long.


I desperately miss singing.