No rest for the wicked

This is what the hippie dance looks like in the dark.

This night light, in Marie's apartment, served no real purpose.

This appears to be someone on a couch...maybe.

This is a table filled with assorted sale items.

It's a little un-clear as to what any of these pictures have to do with one another/anything. In this news paper someone had written in commentary on various articles.

I was recruited to do some construction work while on vacation.

I was sub-contracted, by Lucy's man friend Jed, to primer some steps.

According to my contract, I'm not allowed to do any other work while working for Americorps. I hope my work doesn't find out.

When we were done we ate sandwiches.

I kind of wish I had eaten at Happy Teriyaki.

So much stuff

A drafting table was delivered to my door this morning.

The table was too big to fit through my door (which doesn't open all the way anyway) so I took it apart in the front yard.

I reassembled the table in the living room.

The table weighs too much for me to lift, so I left the table upside down in my living room

Maggie & David helped me flip my giant drafting table. I already officially had too much stuff, now my apartment is officially claustrophobic.

This is a shoulder bag I made out of a mailing tube and packing tape.

Only one of the baristas at the coffee shop down the street DOESN'T give me funny looks when I order a double espresso on ice ( places always seem to make iced coffee out of gross day old coffee). The problem is; she doesn't add enough ice or cream, but, she refers to it as "my drink", so I think it's too late to tell her it's wrong.