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Things 'round here have simmered down. I'm not fighting w/ my brother at the moment. He paid me back (most of) what he owed me, got his job back, is keeping his nose clean. Decided it's a lot easier to work together than against one another, especially since we're both dealing w/ the same kind of shit--not to mention, living under the same roof.
It's been a month since I've gone to work, and I have 7 days until I'm expected back. This time off has been a double-edged sword. On one hand, I took it because I needed to be away from that hole for an extended period of time to get my head together...on the other hand, even though I've done that--I don't really wanna go back. I've no desire. Been looking at the classifieds pretty regularly out of curiosity, but there's nothing to be had. No sense in leaving a shitty job that I get paid generously to do just to go get a shitty job making a fraction of what I make now.
Can't believe a month has flown by this fast and I've barely moved off the couch in the meanwhile.
I've become accustomed to waking up around 8:30 and watching Dark Shadows on Sci-Fi over my morning coffee and chain-smoking, then Melrose Place reruns on the Style Network over my 2nd pot of coffee and chain-smoking--which eventually leads to checking my e's and chain-smoking, surfing the net for obscure early 80's synth pop and late 70's gay porn, and chain-smoking. Sometimes I'll read and smoke, or take a stroll and smoke, or lay lifeless in the bathtub drowning in bubbles, smoking, and lip-syncing Samantha Fox and Billy Idol jams. Then I'll order CD's on-line that I don't need, while I play w/ my hair and chain-smoke. Sometime in mid-afternoon, I like to wank awhile and chain-smoke. After that, I'll make myself a pile of garlic-bread, and chain-smoke while it bakes, and watch really mind-numbing mid-afternoon tele. Another episode of Melrose @ 6, followed by a cup of tea and s'more cigarettes. The evening consists of dinner, cat naps, on-line shananagans, and chain-smoking. A fistfull of sleeping pills that have the adverse effect on me, a lot of junk food, and the most retarded late-late night bullshit t.v. until about 3 a.m. when I can no longer hold my cigarette straight and pass out...only to do it all again the next day.
Maybe going back to work isn't such a bad thing after all.
It's been a month since I've gone to work, and I have 7 days until I'm expected back. This time off has been a double-edged sword. On one hand, I took it because I needed to be away from that hole for an extended period of time to get my head together...on the other hand, even though I've done that--I don't really wanna go back. I've no desire. Been looking at the classifieds pretty regularly out of curiosity, but there's nothing to be had. No sense in leaving a shitty job that I get paid generously to do just to go get a shitty job making a fraction of what I make now.
Can't believe a month has flown by this fast and I've barely moved off the couch in the meanwhile.
I've become accustomed to waking up around 8:30 and watching Dark Shadows on Sci-Fi over my morning coffee and chain-smoking, then Melrose Place reruns on the Style Network over my 2nd pot of coffee and chain-smoking--which eventually leads to checking my e's and chain-smoking, surfing the net for obscure early 80's synth pop and late 70's gay porn, and chain-smoking. Sometimes I'll read and smoke, or take a stroll and smoke, or lay lifeless in the bathtub drowning in bubbles, smoking, and lip-syncing Samantha Fox and Billy Idol jams. Then I'll order CD's on-line that I don't need, while I play w/ my hair and chain-smoke. Sometime in mid-afternoon, I like to wank awhile and chain-smoke. After that, I'll make myself a pile of garlic-bread, and chain-smoke while it bakes, and watch really mind-numbing mid-afternoon tele. Another episode of Melrose @ 6, followed by a cup of tea and s'more cigarettes. The evening consists of dinner, cat naps, on-line shananagans, and chain-smoking. A fistfull of sleeping pills that have the adverse effect on me, a lot of junk food, and the most retarded late-late night bullshit t.v. until about 3 a.m. when I can no longer hold my cigarette straight and pass out...only to do it all again the next day.
Maybe going back to work isn't such a bad thing after all.