Seconds blend into minutes...into days which turn to weeks. I can't remember the last time I have written, nor do I care to look. I want so badly to write something but when I think I finally have something worth reading, there is no way I can sum it up in words. The most exciting thing that I have done in the past month or so was sleep in. Working is just that, work. Yes, I did get an upgrade in hours, but in order to get more money, I have to take a loss in free time. Monday thru Friday I go to school, Friday thru Sunday I work. Yep, I love the extra money -- which gets spent on bills. Let us just say, I have upgraded my schedule and have resulted in the same outcome. Stressed, no social life outside of the random 2 minute conversations with my customers and no money.
I don't want to bore any longer, so I think I'll close this by saying, don't ever complain about short comings because once you've hit rock bottom, you come to see what it is that you really have and what you really should hold close to be thankful for.
If anyone has any questions or suggestions for things to write about, please please do comment. My creativity has become as dry as my sex life. Yes, I said it, and no, you can't have that second or two of sudden discomfort back. So there.  |
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