Aug 31, 2009 01:44
So I just took a Flexeril because I've had it for a couple weeks and I don't know what else I should do. My legs are chafed as fuck from work and I have a slight headache from staring at TVs and computer screens all night. And it's been quite a while since I've written in this journal, though I've been looking at the older entries as of late. It's hard to believe that I've been writing in this for five years. I've changed a lot, but who hasn't? That's kind of reassuring that even the most static of personalities can have somewhat of a dynamic, even if it takes longer than usual.
Today is a milestone day, albeit a depressing one. This is my last day of possessing health insurance, which means that I will probably be hit in the face by a meteorite next week, requiring a seven hour surgery costing $23,000. I also can't pay my rent tomorrow because I have $30 instead of the required $180. What a fuckup. It seems all I've been spending my money on is food and beer. Lots of beer. Because beer dulls the edge of everyday life without a college degree and a job.
I worked today for the first time since mid-July, and it kicked my ballsack off. That's FUCKED UP that I didn't work for six weeks. No wonder I'm gonna get evicted.
Life is in shambles, bummer. But what can you expect from someone who doesn't have ambition?
>>>Mike