Now I can say I'm a post-op (hot tranny mess)

So I'm unemployed again. I will say nothing here about what happened, for legal reasons.

But that gives me a boatload of time on my hands. I am not hurting for money at the moment, so I'm actually somewhat relaxed, since I don't have to rush around trying to find a job tomorrow. Plus, there's a recession on, so no use bashing my head against the wall right now.

I will unfortunately have to move to a place with cheaper rent. It's a shame, since my roommate is never around. I moved in and 12 days later he went out of town for almost 3 months. He came back for 5 days, and then left again without telling me. I think it's been 3 weeks this time. But he's crazy loud when he's in town, and the most anal roommate I've ever had.

Oh, to find a studio for 750 a month. Doesn't exist, alas.

I also left work the week before I had hernia repair surgery. A word to the wise. It f'ing hurts. More pain after the surgery, but at least I won't have a time bomb of gangrene in my guts. Coughing and then having to scream while on percocet was interesting.

This time, however, I will do my darnedest to stay in New York. If I can manage to pull $5k out of my nethers, I'll be going back to school to finish my degree. Hopefully in the fall. We'll see. Any fundraising suggestions other than MaryKay are welcome, at subversief atsign Gee-eM-A-eyeI-elL point com