~120 pounds of hate + ~5 pounds of assorted useless bullshit.

can't seem to wake up. ugh.

worried. working til 11. day off tomorrow :-)

less scared

scared.

working my long day

"in love" is more fun when she's a zillion years/miles away...

it wasn't a waste to try. at least i got to learn from the (failure- resultant) journey.

day off.

off to work til 10...

my thumb doesn't work...

going to work. feeling a little shitty.

the 5 * girl...

is the lack of cheese in my diet giving me gas?

working til 9.

walking. i am SO broke.

:-(

half asleep, half awake...

bed...

@ work til 11. my body feels kinda trippy.

she never left! (not necessarily a good thing tho- doctors are involved)

my long day. working through 11...

meg visited. a good night.

off work. a drink, a little sleep, and work again...

off to work til 11.

i'm on a grand pay check adventure. argh.

home now. hoping for the best tomorrow

done with work. maybe a beer...

off to work til 10.

are you done yet?

abedifying

someone ELSE put the t.p. on the roll! and the put it backwards!

i drink more!

between jobs now...

not enough liquor exists to dull the pain

"homely" NOT homie!

broke. drinking a beer. looking for another job...

working.

by choice

with seduction skill limited to NOT

good times... why happiness? what lost misery? why lost misery? what's real?

went to the library to get my own book

never, ever lied. every word was true. you know what i mean.

one of many bastions guarding good against your orthodoxy

corn bread and sweet drinks :-)

meg is visiting! just surprised me! :-D

missed the last bus. oh well. that's why god invented flasks i guess :-)

en route to J & L's. maybe some job applications.

ruined.

beer and popcorn. some angst and depression.

felt shitty- sick?- for the last few days

all my favorite things are bittersweet

awoke, believing i had run out of coffee :-( Wrong! :-)