So it looks like by Friday I will have enough to buy that plane ticket to France. I’m considering making it one-way.

I am a rock.

My current life plan is to continuously bang blunt objects against the side of my head until there is enough damage to my hippocampus to destroy my short-term memory of the past few months and leave me unable to form clear emotions. My financial worries will be solved once I learn to play the spoons and become a street performer in some vast city outside of this country.

It’s been an interesting week. I spent most of it with my heart filled with helium as I struggled to bring my head down from the clouds. I’m back, and it’s cold here. But I will most likely be staying for a while. Flight comes with too high a price, so I am grounded to the wet pavement until my legs are ready to run again. I give them until Monday night.