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1/31/02 - 6:35 p.m. I was leaving Las Vegas. Listening to Frank Sinatra. Wondering why I felt depressed... It was going to be a long, long drive, because I wanted to reach home instead of paying for another night in a hotel. Since I've been unemployed for the last eight months.... Maybe that's why I was depressed. The unemployment checks ran out four weeks ago. There's no money coming in, and I'm living off my savings. Which will last for quite a while, actually, but it's still scary to see it shrinking. Slowly but surely, with no idea how it will stop. And so I was leaving Las Vegas. What's the point of spending more money, when it's not even distracting you from your worries anymore. This trip had been a bad idea....
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