The New Mexico End Game

Too much coffee yesterday.

I was performing eye surgery on this dude, and unfortunately, I was shaking like a rock tumbler the whole time. I ended up cutting his face off. I told him, hey, these things happen.

My employment is officially over. I'm no longer a grantwriter/goatmilker/camp mascot/banjo player for the Wilson Family Foundation of New Mexico. Instead, I'm going to be doing some freelance research for my friend's documentary project in exchange for my gas to get back to Indiana (I'm guessing around $250). That will hopefully keep me afloat until I can start getting my fellowship money early next month.

Man...I don't know how I'm feeling right now. RED ALERT! RED ALERT! BIG CHANGES ARE IMMINENT! YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO HOME BUT YOU CAN'T STAY HERE!

I'm having a hard time writing today. Here's a picture of me on a raft.