It's impossible. My emotional combustion usually takes the form of exhausting myself through excessive housework (and this is on weekends). It's probably hard for a normal (i.e., sane) person to imagine how an immaculately clean apartment that's astutely organized could possibly need attending to for several hours every single day. But the truth is, every day of our lives creates dirt and disorder (it's really a problem). Dust settles, pillows get out of order, clothes get dirty, dishes get used...it never ends!...And now I'm home with ALL DAY TO CLEAN...my heart goes out to 1950's housewives who were socially validated in this craziness...(at least they had husbands to try to impress)...

ANYWAY...in order to preserve my sanity, I've moved myself to Wireless Coffee Shop Land with all the other unemployed folk. I don't have proof that they're unemployed as I haven't taken a survey or anything (not a bad idea), but from the relaxed vibe of the place, and the number of Facebook and MySpace pages on monitors, I'm not getting the energy of daily grind ('cept for the beans). Is this where our tax payer money is going?!...outrageous (love being with my peeps...).

Now, I'm going to start REAL writing (aka, writing that could lead to potential profit and a higher standing in society, as opposed to the inevitable embarrassment resulting from this compulsive vomiting of personal information that gains me nothing more than therapeutic rewards - which, considering the price of therapy is worth something)...Ok, so short prayer: God, please help me stay focused and not get distracted by cute guys who are doing their laundry next door, girls gossiping behind me, coffee, myspace, email...).

Just for today, I can work at a wireless coffee shop.