Lisa,

Unfortunately, I don't know how much further I'm going to be able to keep up the illusion of being a viable member of society. When you were kind enough to compare me with Evan Dorkin, I was flattered (I like "Milk and Cheese"), but unfortunately the reason Evan Dorkin is married has a lot to do with his very palpable career success.

I have nothing resembling that. Right now I'm unemployed. My head won't let me be creative. This writing project is going nowhere.

I got an offer to work days as an editor, but it was for a job in Chicago. (Of course, I'm now regretting my decision not to work in Chicago. Maybe this was my only chance to make the leap. On the other hand, once I move back to Chicago, it'll be incredibly difficult to move back here, and I feel like I need to get off the ground as an editor in New York.)

I just got a call asking if I could work tonight and tomorrow night as an assistant editor. Last week I got a similar, last minute call, out of nowhere, asking if I could work at night as an assistant editor. My name's out there-- unfortunately, it's as "that guy who's willing to work nights as an assistant editor."

There's nothing going on, and I don't know where to turn. I'm incredibly depressed today. I can't leave my room. My sanity mantra: "I have rent covered through May 23rd." "I have rent covered through May 23rd." I barely have enough to live on, though.

After that, I'm so very screwed.

U.