i have been granted 'permission' to leave cellblock/casa de zust so that i might inquire as to the progress of my application at the co-op. since home phones pick up christian right-wing talk radio, i decide to place co-op call from campus. and now i'm in library journaling.

i need my support system. andy is occupied with ben and job. bethany is in norway. ambryn (well, i should call ambryn, she's but 25 minutes away in my former one-stop-light town)... sarabrown is in New York. Riina won't be here until august 22. i'm supportsystemless (if we don't consider menthol american spirits, cheap mexican beer, the evil cat, dorothy parker collection, the 9-10pm CST hour of adult swim on cartoon network, and diet coke to be adequate support/infrastructure for the system... which we don't because none of these things talk back or bitchslap me to some insipid sensibility... but then again, why not be happily disillusioned and idealistic?) perhaps, i will call ambryn. cos i need someone to slap some sense into me for i am about ready to fake my own death (to erase debts caused by gorgeous, jobless lifestyle and need for academia) and move to california. change my name and identity... i think i've seen enough ashley judd movies to pull this off sans hitch.

i spent an hour of work pricing tickets for a trip during fall break, since i really should investigate uc-davis, ucsc, san fran state, uc-berkeley. of course, i may have other intentions in this, but school-touring would give mum legitimate reason to chip in.