It just snowballed

So I gotta get this outta the way, man. I can be sort of obsessive about details sometimes. Anyway, I want you to know that Woody Guthrie's 100th birthday is July 14.


Thanks, farmboy. I can tell that this is important to you. That's in about two weeks. You might want to consider writing something.


I'd like to. I need to figure out what to say. But two weeks...it would be nice to write something, if only for myself.


So how is everything going?


You know, in a way it's fuckin' hard, man. Without a job to go to -- and with the money problems weighing me down every fuckin' day -- it's hard to keep up any level of self-worth, which is pretty precarious to begin with. And it's so fuckin' easy to get depressed and kinda non-functioning.


Today, man, well, it was interesting, you know? I was at the computer just feeling mighty low. I would tell myself "just play one song." Or "just address these envelopes" or "just clean up one thing." And I was lucky, I guess  -- it just snowballed and I did all this cleaning stuff, shit I never do. So it hasn't been a bad day.


That's great, farmboy. That's action.


Yeah, but it's not earning-money sort of action.


But it's still action, farmboy. I've been over to your apartment, and. well...I hope you don't mind me saying this...but it could use some cleaning. Which is what you've been doing today. So don't discount what you've done.


Yeah, I know. I'm just worried. And scared.


I know, farmboy, but it will be okay. Really. You're a smart guy and you've got a good work ethic. If you can, do what you can and rest soundly at night. I know it's been tough with this bronchial infection and you haven't been sleeping well for a while.


Yeah. It sucks. Been drinking tea, man, been eating soup.


What kind?


Um...vegetables and tofu and noodles in a chicken broth. Love those hot liquids, man.


So I am going to go to bed, and I'm looking mighty forward to it. 


Have a good rest, farmboy.


Yep. Thanks, man. You too.