I’m catatonic, stretched out on my reclining couch, and listening to trippy music as I type this. I’ve been looking forward to this moment all week. The moment that I can forget about everything and just relax. It’s been weeks – literally – since I’ve felt this sensation. It’s the most comforting thing to have the proverbial “weight of the world” lifted off of your shoulders. No relaxing tomorrow, though. There is much work to be done. Because of missing work for a few weeks due to a military obligation, I have no income until next week and I’ve run out of funds entirely. You’d figure that at the age of 24 I would have some sort of safety net, but no, I don’t. Safety nets are hard to come by when you can barely get your head above water to begin with. Something must be done, but what? A career change… maybe. Something drastic is needed. Something entirely feasible, but worth it at the same time. I’ll have to think more on this. I’m running out of steam and the vice has taken effect.
Also, looking into motorcycles tonight. It seems like the right thing to do.