If We Didn't Have Bad Luck, We Wouldn't Have Any

It seems we got our hopes up too high too soon. We will not be returning home until God knows when.

Damn. If I'd known when I started working thirty-something years ago that this was going to happen, I'd have saved up some money for it.

Unfortunately, my standalone PC is in the apartment I am no longer allowed to enter. On that PC is all the data to produce the programs for Thrill Me, as well as the poster and all the advertising art. Someone else will have to do them, which means I have to delegate again - something I don't like doing.

The time may indeed be approaching when I finally draw the curtain on this experiment in independent living, give it up, return to my old home town, and let my brothers mother me.