Ive been on the "up" end of the emotional rollercoaster the past few days. It was a
damn good weekend, and theres potential for things to get alot better. Besides being broke and living at home, which isnt going to change anytime in the immediate future, Im content.
Missed the bus again this morning, but got a real parking space. I suck at mornings. The day should start around 11 and end at like 4am, cuz my body doesnt seem to enjoy functioning at any other times, no matter how hard i try to get myself on a regular sleep schedule.
Too tired and drunk, perhaps there will be more coherent thoughts for me to write down tomorrow.