I’ve been awake for 34 hours. I think my boredom and depression problems are temporarily solved. What is it about sleep deprivation that makes me feel like a rock star? Is it the build up of unprocessed serotonin in my brain inducing a waking dream state? Or is it that mundane things get made interesting by the fact that my diminished capabilites make them difficult to grasp, as when I’m drunk or high?
Good News
After a couple weeks of hard labor, I have worked off my five hundred dollar debt to my father.
I have a roommate for Shibaricon, which cuts my hotel bill in half. So along with my free airline ticket and free admission to the con, that’s a $600 dollar weekend of bondage for the low price of $150.
Someone wants to buy my Crossbow. It’s for way less than I’m asking, but at this point, fuck it.
Had a gig last weekend doing some corporate video, so the money is slowly coming in. It’s all good.