November came and went and nary a post.

This is hard. I am lonely and sad and broke and not as kind to myself as I might hope.

However, I have cultivated a sweet sense of thrift that is new-found and interesting to witness.

Lessons by the day-- if I can stay awake long enough to observe them.

One thing I now know that I type 40 wpm, something I thought was impossible. Typing remains the one class I came close to failing in High School. Filled with teenage angst, typing seemed insurmountable and stupid in equal measure.

I spent most of Sunday flirting with a co-worker. Is there such a thing as a flirting hangover? I think I know it first hand.