So it looks like Mr. Husband is going to quit his job, much to the relief of all involved. Who knew that office work would pay even less than taxi driving? Not me. He will go back to driving, and to the whores and derelects and so forth, all in the name of making a living.

I am churning out paper after paper, I am on autopilot. I am applying for a grant and we will see, but we are used to being poor so it doesn’t matter if we get one or not.

Two weeks ago I watched the baby while she was eating, and I wanted to shove the food in her mouth and make her chew, so she wouldn’t waste anything. I was skipping meals so that she could eat and I could eat her half-chewed leftovers. Things are better now. I swear I hope that he can get four days a week because I am awfully tired of tofu.