Every time I step outside, it's impossible not to imagine all the horrible, embarrassing things I could do to get myself in trouble.

I could pull my pants down right now and my entire career as an independent content provider would be over.

These people look like they have their shit together, but underneath I'm sure hundreds of dark, horrible family secrets are waiting to burst forth.

I guess I could call mom and ask her for a loan. But then she'll want to have me out to the house for dinner. I'll be there for like three hours. She'll pull out her itemized list of all the modems and monitors she's bought for me in the past, and ask questions about installing AOL and I'll want to leave and I'll have no car and etc & so forth. I keep telling her there's already a resource out there for moms. It's called tech support. But she never laughs. Maybe she's going deaf.
One day, she called me at home. She'd been rummaging through the cardboard box her computer came in. She was holding a fistful of manuals and registration booklets, and she wanted me to describe to her which one I thought might be the System Folder. CHRIST JESUS MOM, LEAVE ME ALONE. No doubt someday she'll have Alzheimer's disease and I'll start getting indecipherable Dr. Seuss-like voicemail. Okay, I have to stop thinking about it right now.
Other things to think about:

- Getting my web page in order. (navigation bars, learning imageready)

- Calling that client lady back (finding her phone number)

- Paying phone bill.

- New shoes

- Nearly out of m-a-r-i-j-u-a-n-a.