Since I had decided to stay home, I had kept a positive attitude about things and have been feeling generally well about our situation. We've had to be somewhat cautious about our spending, but we were also able to splurge on occasion on a movie or dinner and I haven't had to balance the checkbook. Well, those days have ended as of today. The fuel filter on my Pontiac Montana went out, along with something else. I can't remember what the other thing was because I stopped hearing my mechanic talk after he said it was going to be $850 to fix the van. I guess it's time to write down my budget plan that I've been planning on doing for only the last year or so.
I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me.
Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.