I've had a great day

[Peter Voice]

I'm quite broke at the moment, I just got a new studio and don't know if it's going to work.
I'm haemoraghing money whilst trying to keep my personal expenses to less than $10 a day.

Yeah right.

The bills are piling up, lawyers, dealers, tax dept., etc.. I don't even have a credit card.

Bev played guitar yesterday, first time in public, at her pitch to accompany her latest drawing, she's playing in the other room as I type. Two other people close to me also made major steps toward their own presence on the street this week.

I also finished two long term projects today, despite worrying about the bills.

As Bev's rendition of Bob Marley's "Redemption Song", rings through the house, I feel pretty good.

We write here often about the issues that grate us so maybe we can use this thread to write when we're simply chuffed about our day.

It has been, still is, a truly excellent day.

Wishing you have one too.

[Evan Young]

last night I woke up feeling really bad. I had diarrhea and I felt like I had to puke, and I was freezing cold, and felt hung over (dehydrated).
Then I did start puking, right after a nice explosion from the other end. It's really awesome to puke into a bowl of your own shit, because you have to gasp for air between hurls, and you can't use your mouth, and the smell of shit makes you puke even harder.
I'm slowly recovering this morning; it may have been food poisoning, I hope I don't have a bug. I wanted to go down to my pitch tonight and try to dig my girlfriend and I out of our own money troubles, but i think I'll have to wait until tomorrow.
I think I'll watch a movie I've been wanting to see on DVD.

[scot]

the work keeps pouring in.

I finished frank olivier's site.

My friend Eric Cash is helping me a lot on writing my new show for edinburgh.

The birds are singing. It's a sunny california day. And I'm going to make some more money to promote my independent charmed life.

[Rachel Peters]

I'm forever bawling about what it is I should do with myself, caught up in this artistic, brooding, self-absorbed angst, and I forget how hugely blessed I am to have a choice. ...and these choices are none of my own doing. I have every opportunity, and it's completely undeserved. I will never go hungry. I'll probably never go to jail. I don't expect to be beaten.

[Rachel Peters]

i have a tutu.
i LLLLLLLLLLLove it.

[Doctor Eric]

Don't tell anyone but...
So do I.

And, I look amazing in a blu, faux-leather minidress, esp with a knife in my teeth

[Rachel Peters]

(Don't worry. It's just between you and me.)