moved into the city, finally. still out of school but there is no point now. life doth goes on as do i. new place is good. nice flow and open space, little kitchen and the bed fits between it and the 'bathroom.' you cant exactly call it a room though. its cold too. that sux. ill get over it just like i get over everything else. i learn to deal. i will have so much more time to paint now. finally a job i really like. all day i bake and get paid for it. then i paint till i pass out. sleep like a rock and do it all over again