Ronrey, I’m so ronrey. I wonder if the universe wanted to teach me a lesson that Portland had its positive side too by sending me somewhere that everything would go wrong and cost me a ton of money. Of course, this assumes the universe thinks like a human, which I do not believe. It also assumes I did not know the good things in Portland, which I also do not agree with. Especially right before I left I noticed that there were certain things that I liked quite a lot, but I also knew I had to go and try something else, that I needed to be away from there. I still don’t really want to be there, but I don’t really want to be anywhere. So what does that mean? I’m the one who is fucked up, that’s what it means. I need to figure out something to occupy my none too busy brain. I need something to manage. I need multiple tasks to manage, in addition to my writing. The man is sending me his taxes to work on. I can’t wait. I am frothing at the mouth with the possibility of doing his taxes. How pathetic does this make me? Not pathetic really, I just have a brain that is too active. It needs too much stimulation. No wonder people tell me I should smoke pot.