I'm an ADULT

Been doin' a lot of "adulty" things since I'm an independent ladaaaaay.

But, having busy friends and being alone most of the week, it's hard to do any substantial things without a car or an extra set of man-arms. Ikea trips have to be spread-out and frequent. Grocery store trips have to be focused and list-centric.

I'm trying to figure how to tie together items with twine and innovation so that I may carry my wares like a baby through a crowded village. Ex. Picture frames, unassembled chairs, desks, or bookcases.

Despite the obvious inconvenience and soul-crushing crowds, I've learned more about my body. I know what I can carry on my back -- a lot more than what I can carry with my arms. I've learned to gauge how long I'll have to carry things on how many modes of transport -- one train transfer or one shuttle bus and one train?

This probably sounds really complicated and you may be thinking "And that's why I have a CAR, and YOU'RE an idiot." To that I say, "Is this where you wanna be when Jesus comes back -- makin' fun o' poor little ol' Joe Dirt?"

In other news, Never Knows Best Productions' upcoming short "Doctor Glamour" is gaining steam in the "raising funds" department. For those who have donated, holy lord thank you so much!!! For those who can't, we still love you with all the fibers of our human parts. For those who are still on the fence, you have 24 days left! Any amount is welcome, whatever ye can spare. We've managed to raise 41% of our goal in three weeks that will help us eat and pay for our equipment rental!

P.S. At work I get nervous and anxious, so my stomach makes unspeakable noises all day long. My cube neighbors must think I'm always hungry or always about to release the most heinous fart known to man.

It's a struggle I live with every day. First-world problem. Real talk.