Sitting at a restaurant, I am just bursting with ideas. Just recalled how I wanted to be a waiter at one point, i think I'll do alright. Among decent crowd ofc. First thought of it maybe 6-7 years ago, thought I'll finish college and do some odd jobs around the world for the fun of it. I guess that's okay, because
1. Life isn't over yet.
2. I am happy in this moment.
(Lists are funny, some people love them. I like them too, but more ambivalent)
I guess I'll get back to reality and wait for my sizzler to show up. I love life. See ya.
