All Things Profane and Sacred

I'm tired and depressed today. Lots of financial problems. No good solution in sight. I keep waiting by the telephone, sending out "hire me" thoughts. I've been thinking more and more about walking away from it all and saying fuck it. I could go be a carney, or a migrant fruit picker, or a beach bum! Ok, so that would all suck (except the beach bum part) but I wouldn't have creditors calling day and night (because I sure as hell wouldn't have a phone) and I wouldn't have this constant knawing pain in my stomach, not to mention the runny shits and the blinding headaches that I would guess are the direct result of being cornered. Treed.