Blech

I'm feeling slightly disgusted with myself. It's time to really get to work on some things. Also, it's time for me to clean the fucking house. I can't believe I have gone so long without cleaning this place or really contributing to it's cleanliness. What I really need is a new carpet. But regardless, how did a book disappear last night. No one handled it or moved it yet it is gone this morning. Weird. Dog ate it I suppose. For now, I feel like I should sleep another few hours, since I'll be up until around 3. Maybe I can do the gym before work. Then I won't have to go back to sleep and my day won't be wasted. Hmmmm...but do I want to be in the gym at noon? Why am I still typing? I am starving.

This is getting pretty bad.

It's taking me forever to update. I know it's not Mike Jones of me but, well, what can I say? Don't pity the troll.

So at work, somehow the conversation got to human beings and their place in the world (my opinion that they have no place, hah) and one of my coworkers said that we're not animals. Mammals, yes, animals, no. I don't think I need to comment on this do I? Another said evolution was false, the bible said so, and, the bible says man is higher than beast. Oh, Jesus, silly silly imaginary bastard.

I'm tired as hell so this is a shitty update, but I'll have some time this weekend. Requiem House-Welcome Party, wooohooo.

I Wish I Was Mechanic...

...so I could kill myself, because I'd deserve it.

I blew a tire last night, well, this morning, at 3AM. So, I change that fucker in the dark with no flashlight, which sucked. Then, I drive home, wake up after 2 hours sleep, take it to the shop. Dude tells me that my car has "unusual size tires" and he has to get them shipped from the warehouse. Anyway, long story short, he then proceeds to tell me it's going to be $385. I said, "Dude, just give me the two front tires for now." At which point, he proceeds to inform me that IS the cost for two tires. What the hell? Yeah, being a mechanic is a racket, those fuckers need to pay (for my new tires).

It wouldn't be so bad if I didn't drive my car for a living. I can't wait to get some more school loans so I can work less and need my car less. Damn.

How About Some Fire, Scarecrow?

I'm a night person, but I'm tired of closing at work, every, freaking, night. Partially, I'm just tired of doing the same thing over and over. I enjoy riding in my car, but I'm sick of going to the same places every day. At least I'm finally getting up without sleeping 14 hours now. Today I benefitted from that just by getting to see the Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy. I have nothing interesting to say.

I want to play music. I'm tired of not playing.

Woohoo

As an experienced space traveler, having made 23 trips around the sun, some of which before I can even remember, I can say I learned quite a bit. And on this day of reflection that ended approximately 13 hours ago, I can say there are a few things I still like about the people around me and what not. Thanks to everyone that called and wished me a happy day. Thanks to all the gifts and cards, not excessively numerous, but extremely high in quality.

Why would anyone want a book on tape or cd? With the exception of Edgar Allen Poe read by Vincent Price and Basil Rathbone, they just don't have the look, feel, and smell of a book. The experience of reading will never be matched by listening to someone read a book, and it's just not worth the time you'd save.

So after that spicy wrap I ate, my toilet bowl was going to resemble a Jackson Pollock painting.

Heffalump.