if you've got the money, honey, i've got the time . . .

so clint and i sent off our fines to the coffee county general sessions court clerk yesterday. it was simultaneously nauseating (that's sooo much fucking money!) and liberating. we will not go to jail.

and thus begins the next chapter of my life. it will mean: less money, more independence, and tons of free time. i never realized how much time smoking weed takes up until i quit. now i find myself having to think of things to do again. like running. and reading. things i used to do.

but hey, it will be nice to have my head straight again. and to be able to remember names and conversations and due dates.

now all i need is a nice girl.