constant neck pain. reaches down from below my left ear, climbing behind my shoulder blade, aching.
constant.
did paperwork all night at work on saturday, now it's worse than before.
good things: my girl, my income, music. the weather. living at night.

i'm tired, though. pale as fuck. the wear and tear.
it's becoming more obvious. it's not as easy as some people think. as i act.
feel a mix of hatred and likeness for zombies.
the first zombies to roam the streets will be nightshifters who were all awakened in the middle of the day at the same time by stupid daywalkers (lawn-mowers, police cars, phone calls, dogs).
i will draw first blood.

I kind of miss Utah. Seriously.
I miss that high, lonesome feeling of the West in general. Utah was different from anywhere I've lived before for the most part. I complained and bitched about being there, moved back in with my folks when they left Utah just so I could get out of the state, but now I miss it.
I don't feel as driven to create down here in Alabama. Things are too balmy, too heavy on the mind to think clearly. The dry, crisp air in the Utah autumn did so much to inspire me to create.

Here, some random snapshots from the ground.

Tell All Your Friends is probably one of the greatest, most underrated albums of all time. No shit.

Got my forks license tonight.
Piece-a-cake.
Watch out world; if you see Fidel Castro riding on a fork lift, fucking duck and cover bitches cos I'm coming through.

Oh, and one of the new guys caught Jim playing cards in the office while we were out working our asses off. Man was he fucking pissed.

I'm tired of feeling tired because I have to stay awake all night.
I'm tired of not seeing the sun for more than a few hours at most out of the day.
Night shift will someday claim me.