Fisherman

Today I walked out onto the rocks near our house, pulled off some mussels, brought em back in and steamed them using a little sauteed garlic and butter for seasoning. Decent. I could score a B- on the self-sufficiency thing. Maybe the rule of my fast later this month should be that whatever food I can obtain of my own labors, from nature, for free, I can eat. It's called the Free Fast because you don't need to buy a $200 juicer to do it.

Also, at my first lunch of the day, my friends referenced this blog like 5 times. It sounds more hippy dippy when coming out of their mouths. I feel a bit camera shy right now, so, uh, I'm gonna go. You guys have fun with your Humor or whatever the young kids are calling it these days. I am in serious zen mode right now so we probably can't communicate until I fall from my floating orb of TRUTH and LIGHT, back down into the SpongeBob SquarePants dystopia you inhabit.

I am starting to seriously panic about money right now. Things are out of control.