Mar 24, 2005 00:54
I'm done with my work early so I suppose I'll update this thing.
My leg hurts cause of that nerve in my back and my doctor isn't clear on what we can do about it. Nerve problems arise from saying things get on my nerves so often. I gotta lottal nerve. noive. I feel old but not old. Weird and lame.
Now I have to stop saying things break my heart before I end up with a heart condition. And saying things really chap my ass cause I sure don't want that.
This crazy weather is what does it. Freezing rain. Now that sure does chap my ass. I am going places on my two vacations this year if I have to hitchhike. Of course, we'll be in Buffalo for the 4th of July but I really want to go see Hazel and the boys in September for Jamie's birthday. Haze says that's prime body surfing time down there and I'm itching to do that again. This time will be much different I'm sure cause last time I spent a lot of time alone sleeping on the beach and craving vanilla ice cream. I hope things get better for Haze. I worry about her all the time. I hope that man ain't smacking her around anymore cause I hope she left his ass. It's bad enough he hurts her but he does it in front of the boys. That inspires such rage in me that I can't talk about it right now.
Today would have been good with better weather. I made ribs. They rocked. I cook pretty ok. Life will be so much more tolerable once the temps start to rise. I hate that the weather has such an effect/affect on me. I hate most things that affect me adversely. Suck a nut, huh?
Before I forget and I'm sure I'll remind myself later...April 30th the band (my band) is playing a show at Manja. It's free so you have to come. You have to. I've been much more complacent in public lately so I might even talk to people. Plus I'll drink whiskey. Cause now I like certain whiskey's. Cause beer just makes me drunk and slobbery. And I gotta do something to take the edge off.
We are soon to be a non-smoking facility here at my place of employment. That saddens me cause I can't watch what goes on at the all-night tattoo parlor across the street that I'm sure isn't really doing tattooes for all the people who are constantly in and out of there at 2am. Hmmm. Curiosity is starting to get the better of me.