Odd
Today, on the way home, I saw an old woman trying to push a car on the
shoulder of the highway. That was odd, but what made it even more odd was
that there was what appeared to be a teenaged boy in the driver's seat. I
stopped, but the old woman said that she'd called her son and he was on his
way. The kid (her grandson?) didn't say anything.
HotEuchreGirl
She is here. I haven't seen her since I carried her down LaptopGirl's stairs, a million years ago.
LOUD!
It's too early for these people to be this damn LOUD. They're not pacing themselves at all.
Craving
Today I'm craving a Hawaiian pizza from Pizza Hut. It's been a long time since I've had one of those.
Deafening
My shoe is deafening today.
10
I slept for 10 hours. So I guess I'm caught up for now. It's about damn
time.
Time
Suddenly, there are not enough hours in the day.
Commute
Yesterday's commutes weren't too bad, but today's sucked.
Wednesday
My shoe is making a horrible racket today. It's making me self-conscious.
Dammit
I wish I had my swing. I can't believe I haven't fixed it yet. Oh, wait, I can totally believe it.
Done
Okay, I'm done. Too much cruelty.
So very...
...tired.
Commute
Wondering how long of a commute this is going to be. Less than an hour, I
hope.
Dammit
This silence, it screams at me.
Unfair
A thousand times a day, I resist, and I stay silent. It's only for those rare times when I must speak that I get shit.
Decision time
Trying to decide if it's a good idea to start a new job with a hangover. Probably not.
Something I made up in a dream today
Into the abyss of the unknown I tumble, flailing and flapping for added
style. I will find the bottom, or it, me. Only then might I be able to stand
once again.
Surprisaphobia
Going to Rich O's tonight for a celebratory beer, and hoping I don't have
any bullshit surprises.
It's over
My Summer vacation is over. I start a new job tomorrow.
Sunrise
eight hundred and sixty-four
That's my estimate of how many loads of laundry I need to do.
Pinch
I want to wake up. I want this nightmare to be over.
Pestered
These feelings aren't hurting anyone but me, and I wish people would stop trying to talk me out of them.
What?
There are lots of LOUD people here. I hope they leave soon so I don't have to murder them.
Hoping
Just hoping for what's best, though I'm not sure what that might me.
