Time Flu

I don't know what's going on with me, but it might be interesting to look into it. My batteries are regularly drained by the end of the day. Protein doesn't help. Sugar certainly won't. Having a meal doesn't quite get me back up there, but the willingness to cook it is missing.


I probably have the morbs plus anxiety because trying to sell Adapting is getting to me. That and the fact that I'm only halfway towards the Lappy of my Dreams is more likely to be a shadow on my life than anything else.

Damnit. If only...

If only Bitcoin could shoot back up so Beloved could pay me back for the thing they needed.

If only someone would take up my bizarre little worlds and pay me for my hard work.

If only there was a way to get Noticed other than keep putting that stuff out there and hope.

If only I could get hit with that One Brilliant Concept that makes everyone else forgive the other stuff that comes later.

If only I had Connections.

If only I had a "small loan" of a million dollars... 9_9

There aren't rags-to-riches stories any more. Those chances are gone. The best I can hope for is moderate success. Moderate notice. A moderate note in the grand scheme of things.

I just want to build a better future. Not too much to ask for, is it?

...apparently so, though. Apparently so.