I'm about to go off my Pills. I'm not prepared to do this, and do not want to, but the situation is financial. The job search, and subsequent Feeling Sorry for Myself (TM), is taking far too long. I can't afford my insurance, anymore, unless I go without rent and food for the month of July.

I lasted 30 years (barely) without Pills. It'll probably only be a month or two, this time, until I get a job and save up a little cash. I think I can do it. I just don't think it's a good idea. Well, I was the one who wanted to live in the Great Northwest again . . .

As for the rest of life, it's going well. I got back into the job search, full throttle, and success is only a matter of time. The World Cup is going on, and I like a good soccer match sometimes. My friend Marlboro scored a huge bunch of cheesey horror films on DVD for me (through her work) and I love such things. In fact, friends are in general helping me keep sane. They're fun and enjoyable.

I'm also enjoying an analogy left in a note to me on this site. It doesn't fit in with my "war" metaphor, but it works. I'm attempting to build a solid foundation here in my journal.

Maybe I'll write more, later, but for now I'm just catching people up. Peace, kats and kittens.