my life in coffeeshops

I've become one of those assholes, the ones with the laptops who camp out in the corner, cords running like lifeblood across sticky tabletops and chairs. It's because I don't have internet at home and it's because I don't have a fucking job.

I did, however, have an interview today for photo archiving/digitizing with a gallery in the Quarter. I really hope I get it. If not, I really hope I get the Tipitina's gig. If not, I really hope I find something soon, since my bills don't seem to be disappearing and I need coffee money (read: money to make money). I also need to stay here at least until December to finish a rather ambitious art/documentary project. This city really is something else...this future Atlantis.

(edited to run in the time allotted)

I'm making it my mission to go to Voodoo Fest.