No, I have not quit yet. I'm merely changing residences. The move has been epic.
Housing in Los Angeles is a Bolshevik plot. This situation could transform even Ayn Rand into an enthusiastic warbler of The Internationale.
But at least I now possess a roof and, as of last night, a bed. I bought a used one from some fellows in West Hollywood. This morning, shortly after awakening, I absent-mindedly started to sing selections from The Wizard of Oz in the shower. Nevertheless, I refuse to believe that "it" is catching.
By the way: I am still writing this sorry blog, and will continue to assail my readers for a few months to come, because of a family obligation. I can say no more. You could not possibly guess the facts of the situation. To my many enemies, I can only repeat the admonitory message that my Mom's beatnik friend once placed on her front door: DIG OR SPLIT.
Glad you found housing, Joseph.
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