1st of the month.

I'm a bit under the weather. Runny nose sore throat. I had yesterday off and will take today off as well. I've interviewed for a job cleaning poultry processing plants. It's a management job and would give me great benefits. I'm not sure I should pursue it or just be happy with what I have. I've been doing well with Dish and get my bills paid and life is ok.

No great revelations no great passion just live and work and sleep and eat. Just getting on the treadmill and walking but getting nowhere. Where am I trying to get to? I'm not sure, just feel like there is something I'm missing. I'm not sure what to write about sometimes but feel the need to express myself. Usually I write a page in my journal daily. Not saying anything profound or terrific or expertly crafted just observations and feeling. I think about my old journal that was stolen along with some books, sculpting tools and clay, from my car. I wish I still had that journal. The drawings were cool, The writing had interesting stuff. And I'm almost positive that it is sitting in a dumpster or a landfill decomposing as I write this. I'm contact information was in the bag. Its more than a year now since the stuff dissapeared from my car while parked at the fox glove apts.

I almost hope that I scared away the slaughter house folks with my 900 a week request. Moving is probably not the solution to what ailes me. I wish I felt better. I think I might smoke today after Rayce gets up. Just a little. I need to get some projects completed and really hope that Rayce gets the oven fixed today. Without working at dish today I need to get some stuff completed so that i can sell it when i need the money. I'm running out of room for stuff though. I hate trying to market my work.