it doesnt seem to make any sense to work on fun projects while your bank account dwindles to zero. why do other's work that has little or no meaning to them nor any direct benefit meet the all important financial requirement? i find it helps enormously to go over what one's finances really are. budget, baby! its coming down to the wire. do i stop paying utilities? it seems food money should take priority over everything since i have a place to stay. maybe i should ask about unemployment insurance again. my other friends are buying new laptops, ATVs, shopping for houses and getting married. that sounds better than going broke, but then again ive had months, even years, of living away from the alarm clock and living in a real albeit ad-hoc and temporary community of the cafe dwellers and PTP peeps. that was worth a lot. sunday night doesnt mean dreading monday morning and hasnt for a long time.

"ordinary men look for opportunity. extraordinary men create opportunity." that was one of my mottos over the last 6 months or so. K called a handful of times today. she wanted me to come over but i generally dont because its in the boonies and im not comfortable with her roommate/ex- around.

mmm. not much food in the house today. ive eaten pretty much everything. im down to bridgeport beer (no i will not buy the cheap shit plus it was on sale) and a 2 month old pint of tillamook icecream, which is not a bad way to go really.

i was reading in smo420's journal about last night's drunken adventures. darrin was referring to a hangover. im glad i stayed home. i despise hangovers.

all that we are arises from our thoughts. with our thoughts we create the world.