A few days later, still in debt.

And in debt to people. For their kindness. Their gifts. Their fantasies turned to reality.

I don't know where to start. Again. Always starting again. Always don't know where it will go. And where to stop. Don't know where to stop.

Drum jam Saturday. I've been publicizing. I have a personal "Executive Coach." Told me to start listening to sales training tapes, so I did. Listened to sales training tapes.

Don't want to go to sleep. I like sleeping all day, but I can't anymore. I need to find work. After all, I'm in Debt.

So here I am, sitting with Michelle, showing here what a blog is.

A tambura rings in the background. A few of us came here to chant and play music after the Second Saturday drum jam. So we're jamming, and talking computers. The age old discussion...how can we save the world?

A bell sounds, the tambura hums. Incense rises. The bell. The bell. Wake up dreamers. Wake up to the real world.

Have to stop typing now. Time to play the flute...or drum...