Sometimes I feel really lost, like the world is just one big inside joke and I'm the kid standing off the to side, just outside the circle, no idea what is going on, but laughing just to fit in.
Sometimes I don't.
I'm searching for a job again, something I seem to do every so often, something I am generally confident about... then grow increasingly anxious over. I'm coming close to the end of this spectrum now.
I don't need much. Just a couple bucks here and there to survive. I certainly don't want many things. A good meal for Alice and I. A plane ticket to a new place. A couple Paul Newman movies.
The bear necessities, you know.
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