Friday, September 28, 2012

Friday, September 14, 2012

PBCx3 = Peanut Butter Captain Crunch, and Coffee

Its a strange feeling the day after you do a 12 hour overnight shift. Everything is kind of hazy, sort of like a hangover. It is almost impossible to go back to sleep at 10am the following day when you get home, so you just try and pretend you partook in the hemisphere-wide tradition of sleep that breaks apart the days. Its a bit hard to be positive, I suppose. Its actually a bit hard to be anything in particular. Funny how easy our perception changes, even the smallest differences in our day to day activities, or a little twist of change spotted in here and there on the calender...can really effect everything.

Even more reason why it seems impossible to trust anything forged first within the minds of men. Although, technically I guess nothing would be...no, no I'm not actually sure on that. Well, it would be impossible to know for sure I suppose. Bleh, I've come to some slight realization that such debates are a waste of time.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

chunks

Someday...someday Ill find some friend who will be able to sit down and really listen to me. And sympathize. And really understand what I'm saying.

Until then I guess Ill just have to shut up and try not to blow chunks whenever someone complains about the most trivial aspects of their lives to me.

Sigh.

Friday, September 7, 2012

Sub-Ordinate

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaashuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuzzzzz

FRVVVVVVVRR!!!

Long time long time long time. But nothing is really going on, just working same ol same ol, up and down, lots of blood loss lately, lots of it. I have been very out of sorts. I hate being anemic and sick and in lousy shape, it feels bad. But I know I can get through it.

I dont know why I'm even up right now. My computer is in the living room now and it makes me uncomfortable typing in such a personal journal as this. We moved apartments in town. Will have a room mate next month as well to help cut costs. Got food stamps finally. Thats good. Root canals are expensive. I want a brontosaurus steak.

Dis-Organ-ate.