Your Love Won’t Pay the Bills, I Want Money
I was talking with Wheelchair Cousin today about what we would do if we won the $1.5 billion Powerball jackpot. I am going to travel the world for a year, that is for sure. But after that? I suppose I could busy myself with projects and what not, but really I’m at a loss as to what to do for the rest of my years. Maybe try to start a serious journalism outlet here in Los Angeles? Start a record label? Put a hit out on a couple of people? Go on a date?
The possibilities are endless, and I’m too tired right now to think about such things. Woke up and started my laundry straight away, tried to hustle The Grandmother into the bathroom to do her bath, go visit Wheelchair Cousin, get The Grandmother all situated after her bath. Tomorrow we go to her primary care doctor. I’m sure I’ll get some rest sometime soon.