I have been applying for HUD rent-assistance at (so far) the Temple Square Towers, and The Brig; likely, it is at the latter that I will "succeed." The intrusive, nay invasive, pre-rental questionaires have my panties in a knot, and my lip permanently curled. How fucking dare they "evaluate" my character. I am sick, angry, and no doubt unpleasant.
'Tany rate, succeeding at the Brig I shall be able to let myself and Friday in, and out, at any hour, at my good pleasure or whim. Necessary, if for nothing else, to keep the boy from freezing (and me too). Friday's part in this, simply, will be to help furnish the place, and to oblige me to pick up after myself. Doesn't sound like much, but I couldn't do it without him; and with a little more furniture, and a little more order around me, I daresay I could go on to some major life-structuring Projects, like: (for real) #1. Cracking that Greek tutorial, and getting onto some major Greek-learning. #2. Brushing up that complete Horace. #3. Proceeding somewhat more systematically with my reading of that 4-volume history of Italian literature. Stuff I'm really too distracted and imploded upon myself here at the Palace to carry through with.