See the first line of the entry.
"Even without the drizzle and approaching darkness, it was a miserable time to be digging up dead people"... was supposed to be the "Subject". It cut me off though, so I had to make adjustments. The quote was from my favorite book series. Book 9, "Chainfire" I believe it comes from.
Hrmm... So normally I'm the roommate who has drunken friends over, and is the roommate who is drunk. Not that I really care that the tables have turned. In fact, I'm quite relieved and happy that they sometimes turn. I don't believe that Rob cares all that much either. Huh... I have a point here, I just can't seem to dilute my thoughts down to a single focal point. I don't know for sure that any of this will make sense to anyone else. And I don't care all that much. I do to some extent, obviously... But eh...
My night was filled with political debates. Drinking with people whom I normally don't... Not because I don't want to, but rather, because they're not normally allowed. Well... Then again, some of those were allowed, and drink with me quite often.
No clue where I'm going with this, I'm just rambling. Which, I suppose, is my normal thought pattern. I ramble to myself incessantly. Even sober, my thoughts, I think are incredibly disconnected.
I could talk about life, but life irritates me. Work, and I spend entirely too much time at work, irritates me. Hell, sleep irritates me anymore. I either can't get enough, or too much, or I've got a horrid bout of insomnia, or my dreams are twisted and strange, or I simply don't have enough time for it. Honestly, I don't think I care much anymore. What is, is. What will be, will be. To simply exist may be the vacation I need........ I seriously doubt all that, but really, I don't feel I have much of a choice. Bah, in fact, to simply exist is pure torture sometimes.
Time to drift off to the world of sleep. Not that it treats me much better. Hmm... Almost always better than reality though.
Hrmm... So normally I'm the roommate who has drunken friends over, and is the roommate who is drunk. Not that I really care that the tables have turned. In fact, I'm quite relieved and happy that they sometimes turn. I don't believe that Rob cares all that much either. Huh... I have a point here, I just can't seem to dilute my thoughts down to a single focal point. I don't know for sure that any of this will make sense to anyone else. And I don't care all that much. I do to some extent, obviously... But eh...
My night was filled with political debates. Drinking with people whom I normally don't... Not because I don't want to, but rather, because they're not normally allowed. Well... Then again, some of those were allowed, and drink with me quite often.
No clue where I'm going with this, I'm just rambling. Which, I suppose, is my normal thought pattern. I ramble to myself incessantly. Even sober, my thoughts, I think are incredibly disconnected.
I could talk about life, but life irritates me. Work, and I spend entirely too much time at work, irritates me. Hell, sleep irritates me anymore. I either can't get enough, or too much, or I've got a horrid bout of insomnia, or my dreams are twisted and strange, or I simply don't have enough time for it. Honestly, I don't think I care much anymore. What is, is. What will be, will be. To simply exist may be the vacation I need........ I seriously doubt all that, but really, I don't feel I have much of a choice. Bah, in fact, to simply exist is pure torture sometimes.
Time to drift off to the world of sleep. Not that it treats me much better. Hmm... Almost always better than reality though.