I hit the Disneyland auction, and regret being so manic and angry this week.

I have a good idea for a popular toy, dread going to a party, and other relatable celebrity gossip. Oh yeah, and giant tarantula legs.

I recorded the first hour and fourteen minutes of my drive home to ponder the weekend. Who knows if that's what I did, but that was my intention.

I head down to the hospital and leave with some of their stuff.

A somewhat thoughtful and somber drive to therapy interrupted by the usual podcast. 

I take my nephew out to the Salton Sea to talk about life.

I muscle my way through not obsessively talking about the IRS and money.