I've got a real strong creative urge going on the last few days. Which should be a blessing but it is in complete conflict with my stern, task master of practicality...work needs to be done to make money. Oh, the money thing again. Yea, the money thing and the creative thing are battling it out. I'm completely out of sync right now. Here I am typing away while just off my right shoulder sits my laptop suspended in mid-task, waiting for me to complete something more directly related to financial survival. All I want to do is paint something, create something. Anything, I don't care. I used to dream of wealth, and a flamboyant life style I've seen in movies and actually participated in on occasion as being the norm in my life. But now I can't imagine what it would be like to live that way, how weird it seems, how alien. I might be caught saying or thinking that things just didn't work out. I had this thought today that from other's perspective my li
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