I thought I was having a real time of it here, adversity wise. I went "home" for Thanksgiving, which is to say I went to stay with my parents because the ratlady who's renting my actual house but not living there is not paying me. And although my empty, paid-for-by-me house is sitting right there, I have no legal right to enter it.

Even the grass is gray there this time of year. I saw a few friends. That was nice, but by the end I couldn't wait to get back to my marginally less awful existence here in New York as a law student and single mother of two preschoolers. That's hot. If you like debt and screaming. Oh! And we have a mouse. Must love mice.

I'm in the habit of typing out blogs and deleting them anymore, so ... ok.

I have a weird knot in my back, if you're into that. It's not Quasimodo time or anything. Just a lumpy muscle where I store enough negative energy to fuel a few NASCARs long enough to make them evil. Which is to say long enough to draw a crowd. Yep.

My apartment looks like crap, by the way. No chance of that changing anytime soon.

Who's paying my INTARWEB bill, anyway?