Well, fuck.

I finally decided to abandon my dreams of bikes, Wacom tablets, and backpacks with two straps instead of one and face financial reality this morning. After rent and transportation I will have $150 to live on (food, art supplies, soap) each month from now until October.

This should be interesting. Especially the part where I'm sleeping on the floor in my sleeping bag because I can't afford a mattress.
I was in a similar situation during winter break, and there was something delightfully rewarding about starving and gorging when I could. Delightful in the same way eating a grass and mud pie is delightful on a cold day in March when you are six and you have convinced yourself that you're an orphan. Unfortunately, just as when I was six, nothing was expected of me over break. Now that school has started I need my wits (and finances) about me, so I get the sense that playing "Great Depression" is going to feel distinctly unrewarding. Praying is not a typical activity of mine, yet I have found myself doing just this, asking Dionysus, Laughing Buddha and Ghost Cat that someone deem me worthy of employment this summer...

...or I'm toast.