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Whew, I'm real.:

I'm making a house! I rearranged my room and bought housey things like pillowcases and wastebaskets. In the process of unpacking the last few cardboard boxes (which had been unemptied since Hawaii), I found more of my stuff, lost amongst my other stuff.

My Social Security Card and Certificate of Live Birth. The things that prove without a doubt, in the US, that I really exist. My place within the government's about-public-welfare-a-shit-giving program, and white on black proof that I was still alive after I started having to breathe air, and where it happened. I feel documented, which is good. If I weren't, I'd be warez.

During the weekend, Ed (roommate) went down to California to hang out with the Silicon Valley Girls and Boys. I worried about Ed getting a job in San Francisco somewhere and moving out, leaving me with the lease (again). I don't think I could carry it this time. After he came back, I was put at ease by his apparent inclination to at least stay for the term of the lease. I don't really want to find another house in just 4 months. It, I now think, is the biggest pain in the foooooooo ass to move houses after you've got some furniture that had to be assembled in the room it lives in. Fortunately, three women I know have offered to move in with me in the case where Ed goes and I stay in this house. Not all at once. It will be weird living with a woman who I'm not dating. Fortunately, the bathrooms are very seperate, so no evil trauma would occur to either occupant.

I also found old photos, including one of Michelle, the pharmaco-ex. "Humph," said Tara, "she looks nice.", (scowl). Yeah she does. nyah nyah.

Good idea: Breakfast cereal for K-R4d d0ods. Little honey-nut circles, with slashes through them. Brand name: Zeerios

Crisp-X would be a good cereal, but would look a lot like cat food.