coda

ok, I'm pulling the plug on the experiment. I could make a thousand excuses--ran bad, too distracted, unhealthy, etc.--but ultimately, I lack something: skill, or persistence, or equanimity.

anyway, I am not accustomed to admitting failure, but there it is. here's to acquiescing to domesticity and applying to law school. L, needless to say, is thrilled, thought she's decorously holding it in.

uh, if anyone knows where I can get a job, I'm all ears.

well, at least I made $5,500. could be worse.

fuck, though, I ran really good for a while.