24 07 17	2:17AM

Finally got forced to leave my little hole for an hour and set up a new bank account, which I
suppose is nice to have, as much as I loved being completely cut-off from the financial system.
While that may sound like some sort of shady way to live off drug money and avoid taxes, the 
reality is that I've made less than $200 since 2019 not including the pandemic relief checks.

That number would be higher were it not for those exact checks, as lately it seems that everyone
who went out and bought musical equiptment with them has collectively decided it's been long enough
to show up at the music shop to unload it all, wiping out my little plan to sell off my own stuff
for around the same amounts I had originally paid. 

But, when life sticks you with a 16 track studio quality mixing board, you deal with it and
record some more aimless droning synth tracks because you aren't sure where your keyboard went, 
I suppose. Well. Actually, I've been using the thing in it's giant box as an end table for the 
last month or so after the music store rejected it. Show me any other table that can be transformed
into a recording studio once you escape your regularly scheduled depression, though, and I'd be very
impressed.

Plus, having worked in a furniture store, I can confirm that my stacked cardboard furniture
approach provided far more value for money than an actual table would have, so long as your only
house guests happen to be the one other person you know in your area who is also a manic
depressive art freak who enjoys weed. Just don't invite your parents.