an old friend of mine got a grant for $100 million. I should have sent him a resume, it was on my list. too late now.
I didn't do anything all day. Barely got out of bed. But my mechanic came by and worked on the car and it's likely he'll have it fixed tomorrow; I'll be able to drive highways again.
Blogged a little. Made a frozen yogurt milkshake. Did a load of laundry.
I'm not going to go to the club tonight, because I can no longer afford the ten dollar cover charge. It's not as fun as it used to be anyway; the big crowds we got when it was $5 have moved to a
different club on a different night. I do like flirting with the guy who passes out free condoms; I wanted to ask him about clamydia vaccines for koalas. No, really*.
He's a nursing student as well as a sex educator; I'm thinking about going back to school to pick up a nursing certificate for when I can't make a living at studies anymore, a day that seems to
have arrived. I'm going to live on my credit card for a few months and try to get caught up by January. I may end up needing to sell at least one of my houses.
