paying some of my few remaining funds to update from the beach.
The beach is really rocking, but expensive as hell. I have no more money, really, I don't think I'm eating the next few days. Sand holds dominion of both rest and forgeting, But I can't rest, and I don't want to forget. Still, life is good. I think I might be slowing down though, I don't know if it's age, or if harold was right in that life moves in cycles, or if I've jsut started to get tired of the life i live. I don't know. Who I am, and the things I do make me really happy, But I'm starting to feel like I'm dragging a weight behind me as i do everything anymore. I still love it, but it's just a little harder. I'm pretty much out of time, and i don'thave cash for more, so I'll see all you cat's later.