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May. 13th, 2000 06:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grindmonkehMy day has been really weird. After leaving work friday morning, I indulged in a twelve pack of coors light and my new flick. Some blatantly stupid impulsive decision lead me to binge drinking until I didn't even know my name. I slept from three p.m. to two a.m.! It wasn't even a good sleep, it was a drunk restless slumber. What a waste of a friday.
Upon rising from bed I drank two glasses of water, my head is still killing me. I read "Breakfast of Champions" for a while, I've read it once a year for the past five years. I'm also reading Henry Miller's "Tropic of Capricorn". It is proving to be an interesting book as well. Working nights is a curse on my days off, everyone crashes and I'm left alone to entertain myself. I'm thankful for my books and guitars. I came into work for a while and played counter-strike (an online counter-terrorist game that I'm hopelessly addicted to) because I really needed to get out of my apartment.
My mom called, she really wants me to go see her in Indianapolis...sigh. I love my mom a lot, she's great...I don't see the point in driving that far to spend a couple of hours with her though. I'm about to depart...food sounds nice...I'd rather go fishing...my apartment is full of empty beer cans...my weekend feels like a waste already...I wanna be sedated.
Upon rising from bed I drank two glasses of water, my head is still killing me. I read "Breakfast of Champions" for a while, I've read it once a year for the past five years. I'm also reading Henry Miller's "Tropic of Capricorn". It is proving to be an interesting book as well. Working nights is a curse on my days off, everyone crashes and I'm left alone to entertain myself. I'm thankful for my books and guitars. I came into work for a while and played counter-strike (an online counter-terrorist game that I'm hopelessly addicted to) because I really needed to get out of my apartment.
My mom called, she really wants me to go see her in Indianapolis...sigh. I love my mom a lot, she's great...I don't see the point in driving that far to spend a couple of hours with her though. I'm about to depart...food sounds nice...I'd rather go fishing...my apartment is full of empty beer cans...my weekend feels like a waste already...I wanna be sedated.
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moms & such...
Date: 2000-05-13 03:43 pm (UTC)Just how I feel... I'm writing something for my mom, she's driving through town this week and I want to give it to her then. I only see her once every two years or so, and it's just not enough... if I could be closer to her, I would be visiting her every chance I got.
Re: moms & such...