Fuck.
     It is my dream that if I become a writer of many books, that every one should begin with the word, "fuck".
     It seems appropriate to me.
     If people don't like that word, and throw the book across the room, I don't want them to read it anyhow.
    Meanwhile, people who are cool with that word is most likely 'my audience'.

     Anyhow, it was another day at the cafe, where I got mostly, completely ignored.
     I'm not waiting for anyone to tip me, or to buy my art.  Those people in the cafe are cheap as fuck.
     Really, they are mother fucking cheap.

     I got some painting done, so that was good.

     If I could just earn a couple of bucks at the cafe, it would help a lot.  I buy two cups of coffee every day, and that is $4.
     I can't start my day without coffee.
     Plus, I get some water, some fresh air, and I get to see some cute girls from time to time, and all this helps to keep me alive.  It doesn't do me a damn bit of good to stew in my studio cut off from the human race.  I like and prefer to be around people.  That is what gives me a connection for my art.  Otherwise it becomes an exercise in masturbation.

     Anyhow, I'm trying to concentrate on my writing a little more, instead of allowing myself to be too sucked into online games.
     I do feel a sense of accomplishment as I level up, and I like getting my daily dose of xp.  It is essential if one is to ever get anywhere in an online game.  One has to put their time in.

     I am still trying to get used to typing on this computer keyboard, and to find my rhythm with it.

     I am still recovering from the shock of not being able to buy typewriter ribbon anymore.  That sucks ass.

     Meanwhile, I'm listening to 'The Dark Tower' by Stephen King, a series of books I have somehow managed to miss.  I have a brother who doesn't like Stephen King except for 'the Dark Tower' series.
     I am finding it quite enjoyable, and I really like 'The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly', so it is a good match.

     I am just trying to figure out what the fuck is going on with these books, so I am listening to the audiobooks over and over again so I can soak it all in like a thirsty sponge.


     I need to get back to EverQuest, though.  I am trying to get my main character to level 77, and that takes a long time when you solo.

     Well, anyway, I turned on 'Star Wars: The Old Republic' so that is where my focus is instantly going.  I can't write once I turn on an online game, haha.

     I could just leave this blog entry open, though, and just write whenever I get a thought....hmmm, I'll think about it.

     Meanwhile, a guy at the cafe who teaches yoga mentioned Mitch Hedburg, and recited a couple of jokes I hadn't heard before.  I like Mitch Hedburg, but I am still trying to suss out the guy who was telling me this stuff.  He is nice enough, but he has never bought art from me, and probably never will.  Most yoga teachers don't make a lot of money, unless they get people to pay $900 for this stupid yoga retreats in far away and exotic locales.
     I know if I was on one of those yoga retreats, that I would smoke and drink in my spare time, and try and see if any of the cute yoga girls would want to have some sex, haha.

     Let's see, what else is there to write about?  I don't know.

     I'm going to write an email to my older brother.  He's really into science fiction, and also into religion, which I now consider to be precisely the same thing....haha.