A little more Ebon-knee

Wow. The unemployed life continues. It is actually VERY DAMN COOL to say "f**k it" to work and have the chance to do what you like to do. It has problems of course. The parents will nag and make every attempt to make you feel worthless being unemployed. I don't blame them. Their whole life has been based on compromising their dreams for the sake of the family. Well, the good thing about that is that they are financially self-sufficient and I don't need to worry much about them. Actually, I need to worry more about me. I'm wondering if I can still afford these so called "immature" flights of fancy. But what I know is that I have a dream. And working on it makes me feel alive. Everything else is just peripheral.