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[danuv]

I've spent the morning worrying about money, cleaning up, and starting my book about New Orleans whores. Thrilling ain't it. Yesterday was a banner day in mail excitement. Nice smelling things arrived along with books on whores, Dadaist potters, and a biography of our favorite Baroness.

Getting to sleep last night was a real pain in the arse. I kept worrying about money and thinking about rental cars, driving and Savannah. I think the Tylenol PM is starting to fail me. Maybe tonight I'll just think about prostitutes. I should just become one. That would solve two of my problems. I guess it'd give me a host of new ones though.

While trying to sleep I decided to tackle the issue of the meaning of life. Yeah. I'm that smooth. Anyway, I figured it all out. No, I didn't. I just decided that I'd probably be best off for the time being trying to be positive. I don't like that word though, it feels corny. But that's what I mean. I want to enjoy life. I want to grow and change and expand in understanding. Become a better person. Then I want to be a positive force in the lives of my children and loved ones. Make their lives better. After that I'll focus on larger issues. I'm not going to cure cancer or dedicate my life to solving the issue of global pollution or poverty the best I can really do is to be as positive as I can in my life and in ever expanding circles.

Maybe I should have stuck with the whoring.

Comments

[danuv.livejournal.com]

Could very well be.

[thehangedman.livejournal.com]

I don't see anything wrong with being positive. One of my negative worries is just that: If I've done enough to make my life or the lives of others better. Of course, I don't think so, but at least I can keep trying.