081313 #copperhead I have, like, two hundred dollars. So, yeah. Strange how that can seem like a lot, or hardly anything, depending on the situation you're in. Like right now it seems like a lot, because I mean I never ordinarily carry cash around in the woods. Who would? That's just stupid. It's just of course that this time is different. But it wouldn't seem like a lot like, I don't know, like if you were just a normal person with a job, and all your neighbors had huge houses with six bathrooms and two sinks in each bathroom and IRA accounts and whatever the hell else people have. Then you'd look at your two hundred dollars and you'd be like, Yeah, right. I'm a joke. I basically don't even exist in this plane or dimension. I'm an incident. A weather quirk. A bit of fluff blown off the top of one of those wispy weeds over there. Maybe I'll land in a nice river somewhere, and at least get to see more of the world before I end up jammed in a mini-dam of twigs, foam, leaves, shredded plastic bags, and six-pack plastic. But like, so yeah, really for the situation I'm in right at this moment, I'm basically rich.