Okay, okay, it's not that bad
I was sitting in the sun this afternoon, in that big grassy park above Fort Mason watching dogs running and tourists on bicycles and Marina yuppies pushing strollers. It was fabulous. I had walked down there to pay my rent, after realizing that having a killer hangover was not an adequate excuse for not paying rent. And, I currently have enough money to pay rent and make my hospital bill payments, and, you know, live. So, maybe all the gloom and doom was a bit much? I dunno. Oh, and I was also listening to this song, that may have helped: