Another day in hell

As I sit here typing this i listen to the rain hitting the roof, as it has for the last four hours. At least, so far, there has been no thunder with it. But that doesn't mean there won't be. But it was actually a cool day today. I wore my shorts again today, so it just had to cool down.

Today was one of those days that I wonder why I even bothered to get out of bed. Work was a pain in the ass. And the bald guy was being more of a nuisance than usual. Besides being his normal impatitent and annoying self. I thought, once again, how I wished I could afford to just walk out the door during one of his boring same old same old rants and never look back. I've gotten to the point where I try to think of that as just a big fantasy, like a live action role playing game, that I can forget exists when I am not there. Some days that is easy to do, but other days.....................

I began the day on a good note, I made it out of bed. And after losing track of time listening to some old AC/DC I finally finished getting ready for work. Or hell, as the case may be. I was in such a rush to get out of here this morning I forgot to put in my necklace. My horrorscope says this week that I should decide what is more important, work or home life. Well, I can say most definitely that work is definitely not important, at least not the crap I do now. The only real good point of the day was joking around with my best friend, except she wasn't feeling too good.

I didn't really do much today, but after dinner i was so tired and fell on the bed and slept for over an hour. Then I got up and turned on the tv for a while, but didn't really pay that much attention to it. After I get off of here I will probably set and write in my journal and then crawl into bed and hope i sleep tonight. I think I managed to sleep maybe 4 hoursa lat night. Which in the last few months may be a record.

All I seem to do any more is work, sleep, eat, and watch TV. A friend of mine told me that that must be great. I don't know. Thats probably why I am bored all the time. I haven't really drawn much in a long time, except for a bit here and there, and I think I forgot what fun was a long time ago. Last week I had a dream, and in the dream I smiled. I haven't smiled in a long time. That I can remember.