You know, after that all out, "feel sorry for me and my family bitch fest" I devolved into last Saturday, I bet many of you were left thinking that I would be better off actually talking to somebody who cares. The inernet, as we all know is a great absorber of rants and raves, they just get sucked into the infinity, with the noise of their yelling being muffled by the hum of small effecient external hard drives and hand held devices.

This to me is just fine and dandy because you know why, right after I stopped yelling at all of you all through the internet, I sat down to fill out my American Community Survey. It said on the envelope that it was sent by the U.S. Department of Commerce, but really I think it was sent by the collective unconscious of the people who are tired of me harassing them electronically because we are so poor. Thank you people, because now I get to tell the government all about how and where and when I work and how many rooms our apartment has and whether we get any meals attached to the rent of our rooms, which to me sounds just to good to be true.

The best part is that somebody is going to thoughtfully COLLECT this information about MY FAMILY and then make IMPORTANT decisions about the community I live in. I think this is the best thing that has ever happned to me.