6/22/06
I can not find my scissors. This means my mustache is getting long and makes eating a pain in the ass.

The realization that as a human being I am useless has been overwhelming me for the past couple of days. Basically it's financial stuff that's not put in perspective, i.e. major payout to fix my car in February, plans for vacation along with two frivolous purchases.

Every day I look at this post-it I stuck under my calendar. Not the one featuring puppies but the xeroxed paper copy of some daybook calendar. "Don't struggle. Live." Nowadays I think "That's all well and good but where are you now?" to my past self. Reckon it comes from the fact that familiarity brings contempt. There aren't enough new things in my life but I can't be bothered to go out and do something new.