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zonked

mAn i'm so tired!! and tomorrow's wednesday (already/only). the final countdown to the DAY of release (29 sept?). i can't and don't really want to envision the upcoming days to THE day of release. calm before a storm? one thing that sux right now is the feeling of being unappreciated for whatever thought and effort that have been put in. g g r r r R. every day, we are like fighting a battle in the mind. "WE can do this!" "Come on, we've come so far already!" "Will we really make it?" ... while at the same time, we are also trying to filter out (*&*(&%*&#$( hurled by a everyone-else-is-an-imbecile-except-me person.

talked to a finanical advisor a couple of days ago... kinda weird. been procrastinating having to think about growing money. i think i hold the record as her easiest and least investable client. no trusts, no futures, no idea. no investments, no insurance, no debt! (that was the only best part.) haha. weird because intimate details like the coming in and going out of my cold hard cash (CHC) is revealed to her with little hesitation at the first meeting (hey, it's purely biz, right...?..). then the uncomfortable part about listing my short-term, mid-term (?) and long-term goals. hard to think past 1 year. and i think i pretty much shocked her with my blase attitude about monetary goals. not that i'm acting saintly and ohmming from money. oh well. try not to talk to financial advisers when you're approaching/in the midst of some quarter-life crisis, or if you're still figuring out what to do with your life and small amount of CHC. ha.