not going out is letting me think. great, now ideas about how to make me strive in the future are being formulated. booooo. why cn't i let go of this urging for responsibility and being wholesome? i don't like it. i wanna shave my beard and get a job in a hotel where i'll stay long time and rise to a mangerial profession. exactly. ew. working hotel might be just the short end of a long plank of jobs.
no, but it's getting to me that i can't ever give people gifts as much as i'd like to. mk, gtg.