Grey

After a night of weird dreams here I am sipping coffee trying to think of what to blog. Yesterday I spent the entire day inside working on some php code for my new blog application (the one I am writing this in now). I am grateful for those that donate to keep the site going. This site may live on as I become homeless and freeze to death this winter. I think that if people keep donating it will have a life of its own. When the funds run out … it will die. Pretty cool if you think about it.

Today I will go night hiking but first I have to sew up my fanny pack that ripped out two days ago. I am still using the old Giant one that I got from Viking back in the day when life was good. Does anyone want a new one that I bought this summer. I hate it, but maybe someone else will like it. Otherwise it will go to trash when I move into my car.

Its cold out, gray and dark. My mood is acceptance and sorrow. Crying doesn't help but it is what I do. Why do things seem so hopeless. I never thought it would come to this.