  It's Tuesday and I drank a little more than I usually do when I drink, last night. I still have the echo of a hangover as we speak. I'm fucking heartbroken, lonely. I'm just stupid crazy lonely. I got some great, thoughtful comments from CRC on Black Heron and that was so great, but then I crashed. Hard, like how I've heard it is coming off heroin. I'm confused and shit. I'm confused about lots of things, there's no way to sort it out and I've made an executive decision: I'm going to swim to one of those free little Bahamanian Islands, build a cabin and become an alcoholic author.
They have like mangos and avocados on those islands, right? Ok Just kidding. I had a very long, very comfortable interview today and there's great hope for a job. So there's something good to end on. Nothing in stone yet, so. Think good thoughts my way. Namaste, as the beautiful Aimee would say. 
