complicated

life is, no? it's hellish right now for ch. rafa's going crazy, it seems. to have so much and loose it all. he's bouncing around right now, johnnyb has a date wendsday night so he's staying here. i'm gonna watch the cat till he has some place permanent. it's all a big hairy mess. it makes me so sad.
¶was iming allie, and think i've decided to come to east pa for thanksgiving. with any luck hit an amazing number of people- leah, amy, mom, dad, and some assorted aunts and stepcousins. when she signed off, she gave me a great honour. a quote i said in our im conversation is her away message. check it out!
¶welcome back, amy! can you imagine how much blog reading she has to catch up on the last two weeks? she called me in the grocery store, home and finished with tales from the city. it's so great after texting all my anagrams of anna madrigal to ch last week to have her say, "did i miss something?" today. how could maryanne burn the file without reading it?
¶classes continue to be awful. fashion history is indescribable. after studying dadaism in theater history, we had to write our own. here's mine: Hope is the most necessary human drive. Who can live their days striving at work that does not feed their soul? How can one live for hours working at tasks solely for income, in hopes that whatever it is they really enjoy can be squeezed into the leftover hours? I ache for those who must toil at mindless tasks to provide for society's needs. I urge all who have the opportunity to pursue work that fills them with joy. Artists should work not to impress others, not for the finished product, to emerge with some creation, but for the process of creating itself, should work because the smell, the touch of their medium fills them with joy. It is this joy all should pursue, artists or otherwise. To do less is to deny oneself an essential aspect of existence. To do less is to bind oneself to a bitter, unfulfilled life.