New icon. This is the same basic sketch of myself I've been drawing since high school -- I used to draw it at the end of letters and such -- except now my hair's a bit wilder. Check out the dark eyebrows! Totally accurate. I am not, however, a disembodied floating head.

My arms continue to hurt. Dagnub it! I've been trying to rest them as much as possible, but apparently I'm still using them too much. I just don't like sitting around doing nothing! Must ... do ... nothing!

I've been trying to scrounge up some extra money, so yesterday I went to a local bank and tried to exchange a £5 note (from one of my various travels in the U.K.) which I've had up on my corkboard for about a million years. I figured, "What kind of joy am I getting out of this £5 note? And what kind of joy could I get out of $7.50?" But the bank wouldn't take my £5 note, because it's too old. Rejected! I came home and put the scrap of paper back up on my corkboard. Le sigh.

I also took some old-but-nice clothes and shoes which I no longer want (for various reasons) to Crossroads to see if I could sell anything (Note: Shannon carried the bag, as I am trying not to do such stuff.), but my entire bag of stuff was spurned and rejected by their buyers. Le sigh.

So I have acquired no additional money. Poor me! Get it? Poor me?