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The Plan before/after Douglas Adams once wrote, "...and it was that particularly harrowing time of Sunday, wherein one has taken all the useful showers one can take..." I have taken all my useful showers, and the harrowing time is upon me. This weekend I have read the Book of Revelations, and selections from my Burrough's compilation, Word Virus. I sense fatalisim, I smell it in the air. My head has been spinning with a plan. Should I not find a job, I will pack up, and move to L.A., live with a buddy of mine who has been browbeating me to visit, and try out for movie roles, and try to find a place in the entertainment industry where they like my ideas. Its definitely a fatalistic trip. Nothing to lose. Expectations are low, but definitely a sense of determination and ambition. However, should I land a job here, here I stay for awhile. Would like to get some snowbarding done. Then go someplace else, I guess, or get some mojo working here. I do so want to go back to Europe. But, after the L.A. venture, perhaps I will take a more serious look at life. Skulk home for Christmas, and cast an eye towards more schooling. Number of paths to be had with that. Computer related certifications to get a good job to pay for law school. 'Rents were talking about me getting an msw. But to move on, I guess I have to fail. I'm not so bothered about that. Its only failure on a certain scale, and that scale is acceptability that one doesn't slide off of, at least, not this early in the game. There are all types of failure. The one I detest the most, and seems to strike the hardest at my heart is the failure to try.
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