okay...im tired as usual. I have to go to work earlier than usual. I dont know how I get myself roped into these damn things but whatever, cant be a little extra cash in the paycheck. It's rent paying time. well, of course it's a few days late but that would be the landlord's fault, he hasnt shown up yet so what can I do?

Sometimes my mind is up for writing and talking and so forth but most of the time it has nothign to say. I find it easier to write down my thoughts on a piece of paper...just need to let loose a little more.

im too tired to lift my coffee, im too tired to think a thought, to tired to tie my shoes. but awake enough to babble. babble babble babble
my stomach is growling because all I have is coffee in my stomach. Okay, so I wasnt too tired to lift the coffee. fah lah

my sweatshirt smells. i keep editing myself. Im not sure why. I dont know if I care or Im just fucking around. I know Im not making any sense but I dont really care about that either. im juggling instant messenger and this. remind me to turn that off when I feel like writing. cant really tell the mom to fuck off though...plus I dont want to.

ARGH
ARGH
ARGH

BRAIN..FUNCTION...NOW! MUST!
Not going to happen. Im going to sit here staring at the clock until I have to get ready for work in half an hour.
Drink the rest of my coffee.
Watch terrible television.
Stare into space.
Think about what I can do to make the time go by at work when Im just sitting there.
Things like that
ah fuck it

*oink*
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