Finally I am alone, but not for long.

Any moment people will gather into my den of a room and occupy my space, in a friendly way.

I enjoy the company but sometimes I am just so tired. 

Now, for instance, I have been awake for 36 hours and am still going strong.

Well not really.

Actually, I had a pretty shitty day, but it did turn out for the better by this point.

I think I had a bitch fest to all of my friends, 

christ. today was crazy now that I think about it.

I was in tears outside the art building on the phone with my mom and then there's jazz still claiming dual mother-ship with Ninja.

 Ninja, the Russian Blue baby who hates me. Tomorrow is his birthday. Or maybe the next day. He'll be three.

Anway. I had convinced myself he was going to die today, and so I made this big uproar about needing to take him to the vets and calling my parents and my dad getting really pissed off.

Going to my work to pick up my paycheck just to find out that they fired me?

I'm a little confused by that. I mean, i get it- I didn't come to work Sunday, but I told my manager last tuesday or Wednesday when I got to Richmond- that I found out we weren't even leaving until Sunday when I told everyone I'd be back on Saturday. I told him I couldn't make it thinking he could maybe help me out, but he texted me that I needed to find someone to cover my shift.

I just figured, fuck that. I'm not sitting on the fucking phone in Virginia trying to beg all the poor people to take my shift cause they need the money. We all do it to each other. We know what's up- but I didn't feel like bothering. I was somewhere else in printmaking mecca.

Like I said, friends would come, and here they are.