So this is what it feels like in the desert of the real. In a few short weeks I'll be completely broke. I'm walking a tight rope without a safety net. It feels awesome. If I fall along the way then my feelings may change on the matter.
Sometimes I feel like Theoden in the battle for Helm's Deep, "Is this it? Is this all you can conjure Sauruman?" and then there's a massive breach in the fortress wall. Who knows what could happen. At times like these I prefer to remain philosophical though, Victoria Holt seems to have the right idea "Never regret. If it's good, it's wonderful. If it's bad, it's experience."
