Relax? Really?

Bonnie wants me to relax. I believe her plan calls for poker, alcohol, and me... and sadly, out of those three things, I don't really care for any of 'em.

Of course, there's a reason for that: Poker is boring unless there's something at stake... money, clothes, gloating rights. Alcohol and I don't get along because I've got too much pent-up stuff... things that I can't figure out why I want to say them or if I should or what to whom and all that... I'm always worried about scaring people off. And I don't like losing control. And of course, me... I don't much care for me most of the time.

But the chance to see Bonnie? Yeah, I'm all about that. I have to give up, though... she's just not into me. I've got to get that through my head at some point.

I'm going to call up my brother tonight (and probably several other nights, until I get ahold of him) to ask if he has any ideas on how I can make $10,000 in three months. I'm sure he's got something in mind... he's good for that. I spent too much money this weekend (to the tune of $400), and I've GOT to start figuring out how I'm going to afford Japan. Because I really want to go.

I don't know what I'm going to do when I GET there... but that's almost secondary, really.

Anyways, work to do, countries to subjegate... you know how it is.