San Antonio, TX
Wednesday December 1, 2004
My mom's vegging on the computer again. I cleaned the house up spotless for her. She gave me a ten dollar bill and I had to go buy some milk and stuff for her. I had like $3.84 in change. I had bought some batteries. At least I'm logging again.
Dude, I am just paranoid up the ass, man. I feel like I shouldn't be back in San Antonio. Like I should leave traveling again. But I have so much work I can do at my mom's terminal here. This is what I had been yearning for in my travels. A dedicated terminal where I can type my stuff up.
Oh yeah, the cold front came through and it's all chilly. I just don't know what to do, man. I'm all worried. I know I shouldn't worry. I feel like I have a lot of protection. But this happens all the time. A couple times the phone rings and it says Private on the caller ID. I pick up the phone and no one answers. I'm just skitzing out. I've been asking Love for signs.
Man, if I had some weed it would all be better. I'm just worried.
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