Well, it's Sept 8 2008 and my summer became the thing of one of those weepy Nicholas Sparks books but without anyone falling in love me.
Wait no.
I quit my job at Apple because I was under the impression that the woman I worked for would be sending me more logo and design work and because my mother noticed my mental well being was becoming affected by the poor scheduling and insanity of retail.
Several weeks after I quit I found out that her husband was struggling with cancer and when she told me what kind I knew, regardless of prayers and hope, he would die.
I didn't get any jobs at all so I worked around the house, made lots of jewelry and hoped the phone would ring...
I will update this later as I am suffering from anaphylaxis and need to lay down.
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