you are my sunshine

what is it about ramen noodles that tastes so good when you don't have a dollar to your name, but when you've got five bucks to get a sandwich down the street, it's the last thing you want? well, today i'm pleased to reintroduce mr. maruichi into my life, as delicious as ever.

yeah, it looks to be a lean year for your aspiring hero, at least until something new comes along. why i'm okay with this, is that nick and i are finally writing, and i think that part of the reason i've waited so long is that when you've got a job and money to fatten yourself with, you do. at least i did, i spoiled myself and everyone i love. i don't regret it, it'll come back around. but you forget what it's like to scrape together change for cigarettes, or shop in the discount aisle. what it's like to need a job. you just forget. and that's when nick and i were at our best, the two of us relying on care packages from parents, and my few dollar an hour job at wpgu, for sustenance. we paid for booze and weed with the money i made donating plasma on the other side of campus. and it sucked, but we got by. i still don't know how.

so it's nice (i guess) to be concerned about these things again. at least for the creative voice in me, having to really work to get through the day forces an introspection that i've been missing for too long. money was pacifying that part of me, and i knew it, but didn't care...

anyway, i have to close the coffee shop tonight and then hop over to wpgu for my shift there, and i need to prep and shower. so i'm gonna. just wanted to write... just because. oh, by the way, below is the start of our script, i was working on it while i was at the comic book shop and was going to save it as a draft, just to have it. but my boss got ahold of it after i'd left. thanks, colby... ;)