Sunshine & Roses

I give up. Tonight I read the law in its entirety and decided that between Club Alegria and the Rio Chama's new cigar bar, I'll survive. I need to stop going out to bars anyway. I never spend any time on the Plaza anyway unless I'm at work.

Because I'm under strict personal orders not to do anything that would earn me a ride to jail in the back of a police car, I might even quit. Smoking, that is. I have an accupuncture appointment on Friday and maybe I'll ask about it. If the tide has turned so drastically and I want to be an acceptable member of society, perhaps I could become a part-time smoker, and smoke when I'm on vacation. Maybe I'll just sit in my garden and read more books on culture and religion. Maybe I'll write something nice about what a wonderful world it is, since I'm just as capable of that as anything else.

I just think it's crazy that no one is protesting this but me. I find it...sad. Today I had the startling revelation that no one in America protests anything anymore - they just bicker with each other about petty issues while the real villains rob the country blind. Ho-hum. I see something very dangerous in all of this and everyone keeps telling me to shut the fuck up. Okay. Fine. I'll just move around it and pretend it isn't there. Just like everyone else.