I'm up today, and momentarily not tooo up, so I can be rational and balanced for a moment:

I might not get the chance ever again to do what I've done with my so-called "wasted" years. We might not have a business again and working in it was great. I liked it, I made money. Yes, I was inexperienced and there were probably people laughing at me, but sometimes and in some ongoing situations, I got it right. I loved riding and I want to get back into it sometime. I found out about not letting people hurt me just because, even if I didn't find out in time to rescue that particular situation.

I can, and did, even with "no money and no job (Alhamdullilah)", go back to school whenever. There are always colleges, but I think if I had missed being poor and living in a ramshackle house (not very ramshackle, but still, ramshackle) and playing Monopoly and being happy despite being broke and ramshackle house-dwelling, I'd be poorer for it. (Good luck deciphering that sentence, haha.) :D

Anyway,
A moment of lucidity.

I'm slightly serious there: I vacillate between happy happy and talking to myself and cheerful bundle of energy and zomg, Eeyore. Actually, no, when I don't eat/sleep/drink water, I become zomg Eeyore. The rest of the time I think I'm usually pleasant or uberpleasant.

Off to skate. I need to do something successful, so I can start the Fall on the right footing.

76 days until the NYC Skate Marathon.
0 consecutive days skated/planned days off