My wallet smells like fire.

You know that commercial where the chap brags about his nice house and golf club membership? And then he says, "How do I do it? ... I'm in debt up to my eyeballs."

Yeah, well, that's me now.

Yargh. Damn this house, this ...beautifully renovated with sweat and tears on the backs of overworked and far too generous men like my father... house.

Ahhhhhhrrrrrgggg.
Two days 'til current residence expulsion.
Number of working bathrooms in above damn house: 0

Stay tuned.

We're all born to lose.

Listening to: Cheer Up - Reel Big Fish

And I think I've found my new life philosophy.
"Life sucks. I don't wonder why. That's tough; I just keep on tryin'...
So I won't be the one
Not havin' any fun..."

From a ska band. Go figure.
Ahhh.

Loving the little things #43:

Nothing beats the ninja-knock-out-punch combo of a challenging crossword puzzle and a rain-soaked window.

Gilley's, February 5?

"It's like one of those mechanical bulls, except it's not really a mechanical bull!"

I spent five days in a cowboy bar once.

No, not five days.
More like... five hours?

I don't know. I can't remember.
I can't remember much of it.

Except the end.
(shudder)

And the mechanical bull.
And the sea of straw hats and six inch belt buckles.
And line-dancing zombies...
...wearing straw hats and six inch belt buckles.

It was hilarious.

Cancer

I'm a water sign, drowning under a wet moon.

When it rains, it... rains for days and days and days. {Jenny smirks at the insanity of dreading precipitation in the desert.} The sky has broken into bite-sized pieces of unmanageable stress and anger and resentment and et cetera et cetera et cetera, she says.

She says, "The water sliding off the stars is still just water."

And it doesn't make sense.

And she's tired. And overworked. And five miles underground.

What is this?

I spend 40% of my waking life at work.
That means I'm selling 4 out of every 10 hours of my life to someone else.
That means 4 out of every 10 hours my personal thoughts and desires have no meaning.

And for 6 out of every 10 hours I'm dreading the other 4.

Is this living?

Sickness.

My chest aches.
My brain is tired.
I need sleep.