Working at a cool lil Mimosa Place.

Just a few hours a week (18) to keep me busy...I'd been staying up and waking up super late...I needed to make some changes before it became a way of life.

Even now it's almost 3am and I'm far from sleepy.

So grabbed a low level job and start on Friday, work the back, move up to making drinks...Make some extra dough along with my T.A. money.

Everyone is cool, good 80's music playing all day...Place is nice and people are friendly.

Beats sitting here and goofying off...I still have Monday-Wednesday off...Might get something for those days...The extra $$$$ a month would go into my Furniture Money Piggy Bank.

If the world doesn't end or Biden doesn't crash the economy, I'm leaving the US for a quick minute or forever.

Only once I get there, have the keys in my hand I'll post pics...Anything before is teasing God to come and blow my straw hut down...By my chinny chin chin.

Cannot wait to get the fuck out of Cali...I'm fine, but everywhere I go and everyone I talk to is having some sort of existencial breakdown...Seriously.

I'm worried, but I also understand there's nothing I can do if bad waves come except outlast them.

I hope things are going well for all of you, I hope you're all prepping for whatever comes.

Don't wait...Grab whatever opportunity comes your way...Because for awhile there will not be too many of those for anyone.