I started working on my portfolio. Just like that. I just started on it. I was just staring at my monitor for a while then I just opened notepad and started typing code. It was weird. My body was possessed by a geek or something. Dexter left his lab and stepped into my body. Still is. Now I'm totally stoked and keep typing and making more pages. Maybe it's because of last night. Last night ... it felt good to go out. It felt good to pay for dinner ... even if it was only like 10 bucks. And I need stuff. My Palmtop's spazzing out. I need a new one. My laptop's falling apart. I need a CD burner. I need new sneakers. Rudy was nice enough to point that out last night. *Minnesotan accent* Gad bless his little hart!

Being broke all the time is not fun. And since most of my complaints to Norm go without being fixed ... I figure I could get some web work on my own. Michael made a good point yesterday. I can always take money orders.

I actually went to a bank on Wednesday and asked what I needed to open an account. Money ... well ... that's a given. I also need two forms of I.D. I only have one! My passport. So that really sucks. What I wouldn't do to be an American citizen right now. If I just had my frickin work permit already.