well, this afternoon fills me with dread. And I don’t mean the war… I think I’m going to stop thinking about that all together. I feel ineffectual, and depressed. I just want to go home and play Zelda. At the same time, I want to get away somehow. Unattach myself from this life and float off into some distant sunset. The world is my oyster, but I’m choking on it.
Last weekend we hung out briefly with a friend from out of town. A member of the London Broil. I asked him about how he can survive working mostly renaissance festivals, asked him if he has bills like the rest of us mortals, and the answer was yes… amazingly he does… probably just as many as I do… I guess I’d always assumed only people who essentially have no debts whatsoever are able to live the renaissance festival lifestyle. Maybe someday, I too can live on $200/weekend!