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.
She is here. I haven't seen her since I carried her down LaptopGirl's stairs, a million years ago.
It's too early for these people to be this damn LOUD. They're not pacing themselves at all.
Today I'm craving a Hawaiian pizza from Pizza Hut. It's been a long time since I've had one of those.
My shoe is deafening today.
I slept for 10 hours. So I guess I'm caught up for now. It's about damn
Suddenly, there are not enough hours in the day.
Yesterday's commutes weren't too bad, but today's sucked.
My shoe is making a horrible racket today. It's making me self-conscious.
I wish I had my swing. I can't believe I haven't fixed it yet. Oh, wait, I can totally believe it.
Okay, I'm done. Too much cruelty.
Wondering how long of a commute this is going to be. Less than an hour, I
This silence, it screams at me.
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.
Trying to decide if it's a good idea to start a new job with a hangover. Probably not.
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
Going to Rich O's tonight for a celebratory beer, and hoping I don't have
any bullshit surprises.
My Summer vacation is over. I start a new job tomorrow.
That's my estimate of how many loads of laundry I need to do.
I want to wake up. I want this nightmare to be over.
These feelings aren't hurting anyone but me, and I wish people would stop trying to talk me out of them.
There are lots of LOUD people here. I hope they leave soon so I don't have to murder them.
Just hoping for what's best, though I'm not sure what that might me.