so here i am, in an apartment that's relatively cheap that i still can't afford, doing some shit on my computer that i'm not qualified to do, and basically wallowing in late 20's poverty. but i'm not down. i thought of getting on a bus to new york to see my better half, but i have to work on wednesday, and the 36 hours i'd be able to spend there isn't worth the 24 hour bus ride. (i find much of my life is decided on ratios).
silkworm is on my stereo. they are the best band ever.
a lot of me (maybe 4:1.233) is saying i should fuck it all and semi-retire to a park and drink cheep booze and enjoy the sun (like yesterday). the smarter part of me knows the sun isn't always shining, and winter is really cold and miserable.
disregard everything above. i'm going to new york.
moral of the story: it could always be worse. always.
