i discovered a small piece of potato that slipped into the crevices of my little laptop and decided to take root. the natural nastiness that lives below keyboards proved a fruitful ground for the little plant to spread tubular thumbs everywhere, pushing through everything.

until the crash. CRASH!

only occasionally does my computer work. alas, i am barely keeping potatoes on my table, much less replacing expensive laptops.

my phone is on its last legs, too.

if anyone ever thinks there's anything romantic about being a starving artist, punch them in the nose.

i am reliant on the electrons of others. i am unable to maintain any sort of consistent on-line presence at the moment.

i am getting lots of reading done, which i guess is a good thing.