It's Sunday at the coffeehouse. I got here late, 7 am, but ... no one was here anyway. Its got kind of a weird vibe today. Some guy is on the computer, looking at porn. No one really cares, though.
I keep thinking about work and working and making money. I suppose I need to think about ... I need to think about making more money. I guess I need to finish the book.
Actually, this guy is looking at myspace, which is just filled with pictures of hootchie women.
Even if I don't get a new job, geez, I want to start saving money. I'm tired of having no cushion to fall back on. I want to have investments, so that I don't have to work if I don't want to work.
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