I need a job. I cannot live on fried beans and no money. Logically it should work, but it really isn't.

Logic fails me. Philosophy is better.

Tomorrow I will go out and buy a paper with the money I don't have. Perhaps someone is looking for a hot bartender to tend bars.

Is it really summer already? How long have I been passed out?

Note to self: Never drop pop rocks in coconut rum and then down too much booze. Not good. Not good at all.

What's that? I should go the beach, conscience? Why sure! Sounds like a plan!