Okay, so my Photo-a-Day project isn't going as planned. This weird thing is going on where everyone seems to think that our apartment is a hotel. It's starting to get out of hand, to the point where I find myself actually looking forward to the end of the weekend because it means that everyone will get the hell out of my house and I'll have time to myself. Sigh...maybe this weekend I will actually be able to relax and read. I never thought I'd say this, but I am so sick of visitors. I need a vacation from my own damn apartment, and more friends that are local.

So here I am, finally alone, sitting in my bedroom, wondering what life would be like if I could have just been born into money. I'd be cruising the Riviera on my 20,000' yacht right now, a Daiquiri in one hand, my camera in the other, and a wad of $100 bills on the table. Yacht decks look like they might be windy, so of course I'd have to weigh my pile of money down with a gigantic diamond. I'd have my pet unicorn guard everything while I'm shopping in exotic boutiques at port.

Someone told me that the phrase "Money can't buy happiness" is true for the middle class and beyond. Apparently it really can buy happiness when one lives below the poverty level; any more money beyond that level will only mean bigger bills and bigger problems. I disagree. Whoever said money can't buy happiness is a stupid rich bastard idiot who needs a punch in the face.