Jan 16, 2012

When the cookie jar is empty…

I’ve never been out of work so long in all my life. I’ve never had to fight these internal demons of depression and self doubt so many times – over and over and over again. This is all new to me. This all hurts very badly.

I’m lifted ever so slightly by the existence of a few hundred bucks I should have my hands on by Wednesday. . but that’s it for the foreseeable future. With it I could buy a very nice Sony 32” flat screen TV – which I will use infrequently, if and when I move somewhere for a job. Or I could pay a month of credit card payments to keep those wolves at bay a short while longer… what to do.

Taking the three fifty to the dice table would be the old me. Sometimes I think the old me is the one I should have stayed with. Gut feeling acting, take no safety precautions, and leap before you look Mike. He was a fun cat to hang with. He required a rather specific type of female accompaniment for his adventures, but they were adventures after all. You got that right.