...but I just can't seem to stop...
sleepy... sooooo sleeepy. I shall now share my sleepy rambling.
Somehow I got suckered into working at 7:30 a.m. 3 days this week. Fuck'n hell. And somehow I just can't allow myself to go to bed before midnight. It just seems wrong.
I have a list of things to do... it keeps growing insted of shrinking. I cross one thing off and 3 more get added to the end.
I want to do nothing someday. I'm working 7 days a week right now. And Radio shows count as a job, trust me. I have meetings between shifts. I am tired... more than sleepy tired... physically/mentally... blah.
I need to clean my house and do some laundry. I finally washed the dishes the other day. I just haven't got the time. When I am at home with time to rest the last thing I want to do is housework. Fuck that.
I'm broke again. I just got paid. Then paid bills, since people were starting to call asking where their money was. I couldn't pay them all, but a few of them. Now I have barely enough to pay for food till next pay day. If only I got paid for doing some of the other things I've been doing. Working for free is not fun.
The girl wants me to call her if I want to hang out anytime soon... but wait! She's off on a two week vacation with other boy, who it's not going so well with... hmmmmmmmmm.
It's hot as hell out, but I keep feeling winter chasing me... and it's gaining. I was asked today if I'd thought about what I'm dressing as for Halloween. And at the record store I'm already seeing solicitations for new X-mas music. And I'm not so far away from my birthday.
As I celebrated my 6th anniversary of working at Boomtown I realized, "Wow I've been here 6 years and I still get paid SHIT." Total crap wage for someone who's been there this long and without whom shit would fall apart. I'm due for a big fucking raise. His usual quarter/fifty cents per hour raise really isn't all I'm worth.
I realized today taht I swear a lot more when i'm tired.
fucking hell i need my bed.
Somehow I got suckered into working at 7:30 a.m. 3 days this week. Fuck'n hell. And somehow I just can't allow myself to go to bed before midnight. It just seems wrong.
I have a list of things to do... it keeps growing insted of shrinking. I cross one thing off and 3 more get added to the end.
I want to do nothing someday. I'm working 7 days a week right now. And Radio shows count as a job, trust me. I have meetings between shifts. I am tired... more than sleepy tired... physically/mentally... blah.
I need to clean my house and do some laundry. I finally washed the dishes the other day. I just haven't got the time. When I am at home with time to rest the last thing I want to do is housework. Fuck that.
I'm broke again. I just got paid. Then paid bills, since people were starting to call asking where their money was. I couldn't pay them all, but a few of them. Now I have barely enough to pay for food till next pay day. If only I got paid for doing some of the other things I've been doing. Working for free is not fun.
The girl wants me to call her if I want to hang out anytime soon... but wait! She's off on a two week vacation with other boy, who it's not going so well with... hmmmmmmmmm.
It's hot as hell out, but I keep feeling winter chasing me... and it's gaining. I was asked today if I'd thought about what I'm dressing as for Halloween. And at the record store I'm already seeing solicitations for new X-mas music. And I'm not so far away from my birthday.
As I celebrated my 6th anniversary of working at Boomtown I realized, "Wow I've been here 6 years and I still get paid SHIT." Total crap wage for someone who's been there this long and without whom shit would fall apart. I'm due for a big fucking raise. His usual quarter/fifty cents per hour raise really isn't all I'm worth.
I realized today taht I swear a lot more when i'm tired.
fucking hell i need my bed.