My countdown timer says I get to go home in 19 days. I am looking forward to this because I am not a fan of Los Angeles, a fan of living away from my family, or a fan of fucking 80 degrees in February. On the plus side, it turns out the burning, dismembered dead corpse left in my neighborhood wasn't made here, it was hauled here on the subway in a suitcase. So. Not so much a place where someone chops you up and sets you on fire, but a place where people feel comfortable dumping their dead bodies and setting them on fire. Better the latter way. When they described who the homeless thought the body was, I knew who they were talking about. Yesterday I signed up for two more classes in guilloche. That's a $1300 investment in a technique that's really only useful for very, very, very specialized jewelry making. A Rose Engine for my own will cost me $10k minimum. Starting to feel real.