I won't even try

Still tired from the weekend. Crazy. And if I think it's bad this last weekend...then I'm fucked for next weekend. Agh.

Man, I'm tired of being alone. Hella tired. Finding somethin to do to occupy my time and lies...and it just gives me more time to think about what I've done. What I keep doing. And what I'm not doing.

I haven't had a conversation with mom and dad in weeks, I think. Egh.

Bah. Bah Humbug. But I'm not hating Xmas this year...this time last year, I hated it already. But nah. Not this time. Got presents to give. Got my yule tide ready to go. Just sit back, relax, and enjoy the time. Gotta learn how to do that. Because they don't come often anymore. What's fun? Coming home from a meeting with Ann and Noemi singing Xmas songs on the radio but we don't know the words. It's delirium.

Everything is delirium.

Things to do this week:
-Clean my room
-Use my paint pen!
-Clean my car
-Get an oil change
-Watch Tenacious D with coworkers. CRAZY. Man, that's gonna be story.

We're going to Vacaville for Thanksgiving. WOOT. And I don't open at 4am anymore...I work 8 hours starting at noon. So that's cool. It's alright, I guess. I would have rather started at for and gotten off early so I could go and eat the leftovers like we always do. hah. Oh well. Then the following day I close. Which sucks. So begins the madness!

Settle, baby. You are not the sun. you are not the sun.

I had the weirdest dream last night. I don't know what made it weird. But it was.

Alright. Bye.