Again sleep escapes me
Well after an all-nighter of tossing and turning again I get to go to work in... five and a half hours. To top it off I have to go to archery and get some easy beer off of Seth. Ok it won't be easy to say the least, and now that I think of it I dunno if I really want beer. Alcohol is fast loosing it's appeal.
The story is if I beat Seth in a 20 yrd Royal Round I get a case of beer. If he wins I shave my chin. Heh I've had this beard for... years. I'm quite fond of it, and I'm not sure why he'd wager against that... but regardless I thought it would be a good exercise in shooting under pressure. No pressure is greater than the loss of my favored facial hair...
Heh I'll be sorry to see it go, if I do loose. I dunno why, maybe it's because of why I started growing it or maybe it still harkens back to the fact that I think my chin is deformed. Ah well, it'll grow back, and at least it aint my pony tail.
Aside from that and getting back to dance, things haven't changed. I'm getting more responsibility at work, which I think just translates to insufficient reluctance on my part. Money is going to be the death of me I swear, the lack of it and the desire for it. If everyone just had a one time bonus of like $1000 I think it'd make life a lot easier. With that kinda cash I can afford to start saving a little money after I move out. Had a nice talk with my manager about it actually, heh he thinks if I put $50 in a jar every month it'll add up. Well it would, and it's flawless advice... except I've never carried more than a few bucks from cheque to cheque living alone. And Heaven help me if I suddenly have to pay for something like a prescription or a new bike or clothes... and I can say goodbye to any new garb or projects I've had planned... Too little sleep. Try again now.
The story is if I beat Seth in a 20 yrd Royal Round I get a case of beer. If he wins I shave my chin. Heh I've had this beard for... years. I'm quite fond of it, and I'm not sure why he'd wager against that... but regardless I thought it would be a good exercise in shooting under pressure. No pressure is greater than the loss of my favored facial hair...
Heh I'll be sorry to see it go, if I do loose. I dunno why, maybe it's because of why I started growing it or maybe it still harkens back to the fact that I think my chin is deformed. Ah well, it'll grow back, and at least it aint my pony tail.
Aside from that and getting back to dance, things haven't changed. I'm getting more responsibility at work, which I think just translates to insufficient reluctance on my part. Money is going to be the death of me I swear, the lack of it and the desire for it. If everyone just had a one time bonus of like $1000 I think it'd make life a lot easier. With that kinda cash I can afford to start saving a little money after I move out. Had a nice talk with my manager about it actually, heh he thinks if I put $50 in a jar every month it'll add up. Well it would, and it's flawless advice... except I've never carried more than a few bucks from cheque to cheque living alone. And Heaven help me if I suddenly have to pay for something like a prescription or a new bike or clothes... and I can say goodbye to any new garb or projects I've had planned... Too little sleep. Try again now.