Jesus, the working world is an exhausting place. By the time I got out of the office last night I was all shaky. I went out later and had a drink and I could barely finish it before I rested my head on the low-ball glass and drooled on the bar. I'm too delicate and fragile a flower to have to earn my own keep. I think I'll work for a couple more months and then sell all my worldly goods and make a trek to Nepal where I'll find my spiritual center and smell of mung beans.