sometimes i wonder
who reads this thing. i use it to practice writing, vent, etc. i wonder if anyone i wouldn't think would read this does.
that's okay with me.
so, the other day i was at my parents' house and i found some funny old photos of lauren and me (back when we were teenagers!)
also, i recovered old yearbooks, pictures of my grandparents, and an old emily dickinson poem book i used to read when i was 15. in this book, i found the first rose a boy ever gave me, 14 years ago. kind of romantic but pretty much hilarious.
i should post pictures of my new blue bedroom and the finished house projects. if i didn't feel crumby, maybe i'd get around to it. (my back hurts but what else is new).
i realized the other day that i haven't been drunk in 3 months? maybe longer? haven't smoked a cigarette in about 7 months??
i guess that's a good thing, right?
i've been feeling down the past few days. i think working the night shift has thrown me into a funk. taking antidepressants at odd hours of the night and then trying to not live like a vampire the other days probably has done me in.
i'm glad al gore won the nobel peace prize. maybe now the dumb bitches i work with will realize global warming isn't some liberal farce. probably not.