It is midnight. I just had a dream where I went splat across the planet’s surface after falling for a long while. I am very much wide awake and full of adrenaline. I have to leave for work in seven hours. This sucks.
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I am buying a swanky cigar before the weekend begins, to enjoy on Saturday night on my covered patio.
I just feel like staying in bed these days. I have to force myself out of bed to go to work, then after the shift is done I go home and back to bed.
I am free from alcohol but I am losing interest in other things that used to bring me pleasure. I am feeling dead inside, like I want to sleep through this winter.
I BBQed some chicken yesterday, I want to share it all with you.
A three day weekend of watching media and writing critical reviews. I am looking forward to it.
I wish Dre was my Dr. Imagine all of the medical grade chronic he would prescribe to me. If I get a hangnail, a prescription for the chronic! Stub my toe? More chronic! Paper cut? More chronic!
I wish I could finish tomorrow’s work right now so I no longer have to worry about it. Heh.
God of War ripoff somehow back on Xbox store as Ragnarok looms This is game of the century material right here.
I have to make many invitation calls today for my job. I have to prepare my professional phone voice. I have to pump myself full of black dark roast coffee. I have to engage in adulting. But there is money to be made here.
It just occurred to me that I have not had a single bite to eat today.
I hate pain. Pain sucks. I am not a physical masochist. If physical pain gave me pleasure, I would be very happy right now - but it does not, and I am not.
Diagnosis is gout. I will survive. I just have to lay off my favorite foods.
Right foot is in a ton of pain, is red and swollen, I am going to a clinic directly after work today and a friend is driving me, I made it to the office OK on the bus but now it is just pure pain.
I am thinking of skipping the family Thanksgiving gathering this year. My sticky-fingered cousin and my narcissistic aunt will be there.
Parents who abuse their children, and then turn around and use chemical restraints on them when they start showing signs of displeasure at what is going on, should be imprisoned and stripped of their parental duties.
I am coming to realize that the job I have now is the first job I have had in my life where I am not seen as disposable and expendable.
I vow to live for my own approval. My own standards. My own values. No more will I be handled like clay unless I personally allow it. My boundaries come first. A man without value for his own boundaries is a man lost in life.
I am making buffalo wings for dinner. Complete with sides of fresh carrot and celery sticks, and blue cheese.
Does anybody want to play Diablo II or III with me tomorrow on the Xbox One to help out sick kids?
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