Reading harold_maude's journal

I got rid of my on line store, and in the words of Forest Gump "one less thing to worry about."
The rest of the day will be spent in one of the following ways: on the road putting in applications, knowing that most of them if not all of them will end up being a waste of time, in the bathroom, doing all the various things associated with that room, eating, and wishing some rich crazy person would come up to me and offer to become a patron for my art.
So much for monday...at this point the rest of the week looks to be about the same.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.