Mainly because I can't afford to. Obviously, if you're reading this, it's been paid. My bills are becoming rediculous, and I need to find myself a steady job. at least something I can do part time to pay all these awful collections agencies. Well, they're not really at collections yet. But if I don't find something to pay the bills soon, I will be receiving those heavy-breathing phone calls that everyone dreads.
I don't know if I have mentioned all the horrors of being a freelance journalist. I know I speak of them constantly on IRC, and other outlets for my constant bitching. One of these aforementioned troubles is that many of my editors tend to go out of town rather frequently. When they are out of the office, I am usually floating free in the open abyss. Robert Strohmeyer is one of those. This week, he's in China. I was as shocked as you are.
So, here I sit, writing a blog entry no one will read because my DSL provider rightly turned off my signal.
When suddenly, there's a ring from the doorbell. I go out and find to Latinos in work shirts with "AKR" just above their left nipples. Come to find out that this is Ader, who's interested in buying my motorcycle. The old XT350 has been sitting on the sidewalk since I moved in, and now, out of the blue, in my time of need, this man shows up and offers me $200 for it. I told him $350. But we eventually met at $250. I suppose it should have been $275, but c'est la vie. It's $250 I didn't have when I woke up!
I somewhat miss the bike already, but it wasn't registered, had no turn signals, and would have gottne towed if I'd been caught riding it on the open road. Besides, Ader has three little girls, whom he wants to teach to ride this thing.
If I can come up with a little more scratch I can get the DSL back on. Then maybe I can find a job.