We found an apartment in San Francisco which I LOVE, but it’s going to break us to move. I’m not looking forward to being one of The Poor again but hey, now other people can watch me from their windows and judge. THE TEACHER HAS BECOME THE STUDENT. Or something.

We’re going to have a fireplace, a real one! I’m so excited…or I think I’m excited. The wall of Effexor between me and my emotions is a little disabling, but in a tingly sleepy way. Anyway, I know I should be excited, so I’m going with that. So yes, a fireplace and a washer/dryer and two bedrooms and a private garden for the three tenants in the building and the place is not a modern, bougie loft, so we’ll have indie cred in SF again which is…I mean…thank God, really because having indie cred is the most important thing in the world, right up there with having perfect bangs and the ability to make other people feel small and worthless.

Do I sound as weird as I feel? I miss booze.

More tomorrow, I’m getting back into the swing of things. Sorry I haven’t answered all of your questions. I will. Just as soon as I take this nap.

Wonder Woman from Kiala Kazebee on Vimeo.

It looks like someone took an unmarked van and stenciled “Portland General Electric” on it.

Am I crazy?

Wait, don’t answer that.