Hobo Rome

I'm so used to being tired and unwashed I don't usually remember there's another option. I've been pulling 70-hour weeks for the past month or so, which means I'm happy but frazzled. And frizzled; weather and hot film lamps have turned my hair into a permanent static cloud. I've gotten some kind of fancy hair serum to try out tomorrow, assuming I have time to do so. (Scheduling time to cut my fingernails was difficult, and I don't even want to think about my laundry situation.) I need to call in backup, but my back-watcher is on the other side of an ocean, and anyway, I wouldn't let myself get so overworked if I had him to come home to. Still, it's been good fun. And I'm going to Ireland next week for Thanksgiving.

I've set up a Facebook account; you should be able to find me pretty easily if you're interested, considering that Romie is my real name and it's easy to find my last name via Reflection's Edge if you don't remember it.

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"Our business in life is not to succeed, but to continue to fail in good spirits."
-Robert Louis Stevenson