Today Is The First Day Of The Rest Of Your Life
I'm in the groove. I wake up, go to work, come home, go to sleep. On my days off I loaf. I'm nearly moved. The busing sucks. I need to find out what I need to do to get my license back so I'm not wasting 3 hours a day on busing. I get paid a week from today; every two weeks sucks but, hey, it's money. I hate pushing, but sometimes you have to. Push people, push yourself, push your car. I got filthy at work yesterday. The long hot shower I "indulged" in satisfied me in more ways than one. My mother says I indulge myself too much. Why does life have to be any more miserable than what I make it? There are times to get down to work and stick it out and there are times when I feel like laying in bed all day and watching T.V. In that regard, my life is fine just the way it is.