I knew when I turned on the computer this morning, I wanted to write something. Now that the keyboard is before me, I'm at a loss.What do I say? It's not as though I live an exciting life, travel the world or cure fatal diseases. I'm an unemployed factory grunt. I cerainly can't afford to fly anywhere and I don't drive. Even if I did, I can't afford a car. Instead, I sit at home, taking in old clothes and turning them into new handbags. And no, it's not because I want to recycle (Ido, but that's not the reason). It's because I can't afford new fabric... maybe I'll get a gift certificate to Wal-Mart for my birthday...