I think I’m incapable anymore of not radiating my moods. I seem to remember a time when I had iron-willed control over it. Now I can’t decide if I don’t because I don’t want to or because I’ve forgotten how.
At any rate, yesterday’s walk yeilded a job interview tomorrow – a second part time job. This one is at a photography portrait studio. We shall see how that goes.
Immediate issues will likely be dealt with by going into more debt, since I can’t find a buyer for the guitar or the hammond organ, and I don’t really want to sell my computer. Such is life, I’ll dig my way out of it soon enough.