bored

Ha, first time on here in a few weeks, and I have some things to write about, but no energy or enthusiasm for the task. This was another one of those days off which start with me feeling anxious and blue, and doesn't get much better from there. I'll just mention in brief that March 10 was my birthday--35, if you're interested--and a few days before that I took the bus into New York, FINALLY!, and spent several hours walking around aimlessly, which was nice. It would also be nice if I had a modicum of disposable cash like that every paycheck, which I don't, hence my dour mood today. Seems to be the usual pattern; if I'm looking ahead at two weeks of being broke, I get this way. If I have a little extra, I'm all buoyant and bubbly. No, money can't buy happiness--it allows happiness, because what it does buy is choice. Wiggle room. What you do with your money is up to you, you can be Bernie Madoff or you can take a year off to make the Great American Indie Film, but either way is better than spending 100% of your money on basic survival, and your only choices are which bills to go delinquent on this month. I'd better stop.