darkmoon1

Well it's Monday and once again I'm not working. I woke up early too...8:30. Well it's not really that early, but I could have slept for another ten or twenty minutes. Anyway as I sit here looking for another job, bored to tears as Dark Side of the Moon blares on in the background I can't help but think what if...I left, what if I just got up and went to another state? There's really not much if anything keeping me here. Or what about going to New Orleans and temporally joining with the merchant marines, and working on an oilrig. There's no one stopping me, accept myself and the fear of totally being on my own. It might not be that bad I say to my self. It might be really bad, but what stories you'll tell years from now about the time you where on an oil platform washing dishes and hanging with some of the lowest brow comrades American culture can offer. I don't know might be fun.