rm | things that help a little

I went to pick up my headshot reorder today, and on the way there I saw a man, standing on a street corner, eyes closed, face tilted up into the sun, listening to his iPod and smiling.

On the way back, I stopped at the deli to get lunch, and outside was a fellow in full Regency garb, talking to two girls and fixing his stockings -- early Halloween or one of those crappy actor gigs, I dunno, but I smiled at him and he at all my velvet and brocade outerwear. He even had the funny hat!

I also declined a call from a headhunter, who wanted to talk to me about full-time PR jobs in the subburbs. That helped the most maybe, remembering that this is a choice, and continuing to make that choice even when it's unbelievably emotionally difficult for me to do so.

I need less pride or more patience.

P.S. -- I just got paid! Not everything I'm owed, but a lot. Anyone know any cheap hotels in London? I'm thinking of going for a few days, because there are some cheap airfares and I need to be alone and far away very very badly (also, thinking it may kick start a writing project, or rather, several of the projects I've not really been working on just collided together into something marketable).