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May 27, 2007
For dinner I eat carrots. For breakfast I eat an egg, some cheese and a corn tortilla. Lunch doesn't exist. I exaggerate a little. You get the point. It is hard not to be depressed. My younger co-workers all gripe about money and life. They go drinking. My similar-aged friends work harder, knuckle down and dream big. Many of them are creative-types. They turn their creativity into money. They start small businesses. Some of them get family loans. Some of them save up. Most of them started before the city boom and are now established. I am in the middle.