CLANK.

Clank clank. I heard it all around last night. Everywhere, people said cheers. Celebrate!...celebrate...uhh...sitting alone at home, being bored, finally a free night and I'm not sleepy...uhhh going to work later in the afternoon but having nothing to do...or just drowning your thoughts in the bottle. Letting the liquid sense take away your worries about the people you love. So this is why we drink. Alone but together. Cheers!

Work sucked. I was stuck downstairs. Which...isn't ever fun. Longest six hours, when I got out I thought it was Tuesday. Hah. Parking was a bitch, it was the topic coming from everyone's mouths. The Italian festival sucked and made the lot close. But I got lucky yesterday and got some good parking. What else? Coworker said she saw me at De Anza. Said I looked like a loner. YEAH, tell me something I don't know, thanks. Got the paycheck and that's all I really care about. And this week I got some good ass times for work. FRIDAY 7AM-11AM (i have a whole day!) then Saturday apparently 8-10 am to bitch about people in a little meeting, then working 4-close again...

This is the first Sunday in a long time I'm not working. Gots to do hella Physics shit. And buy stuff still. And my sister wants to get shoes. Yeah yeah yeah.

Christine. That cough sounds like shit. What if it's bad?

Clank clank. I found three more bottles under my bed, baby. Here we come.