My goatee hurts. So do my eyes. I'm up at 3AM on a Friday, writing my sixth novel, and working on my first screenplay. Eventually, I want to work on a comic, too. I write way too much. Then again, it _is_ my profession of choice, so... yay.
Work is going to totally blow in the next few days. Normally I get a nice three shifts of working at the good group home. One guy with a closed-head injury, two guys with Down's Syndrome. Easy, easy stuff. But now I have only one shift, at midnight tonight, and then I work at the hectic home for two nights. Blah. Shoot me now.
I've been in an odd mood lately, too. Full of piss and vinegar and self-loathing. What's that shit? I'm a generally happy guy. Opinionated, but happy. Now I gotta feel like stinky cheese. Whatever, life. Fuck you. Right in your plump bootie.
I'm off to Dreamland. Hopefully will get to hang out wtih Nemo for a bit. Until next time...
Work is going to totally blow in the next few days. Normally I get a nice three shifts of working at the good group home. One guy with a closed-head injury, two guys with Down's Syndrome. Easy, easy stuff. But now I have only one shift, at midnight tonight, and then I work at the hectic home for two nights. Blah. Shoot me now.
I've been in an odd mood lately, too. Full of piss and vinegar and self-loathing. What's that shit? I'm a generally happy guy. Opinionated, but happy. Now I gotta feel like stinky cheese. Whatever, life. Fuck you. Right in your plump bootie.
I'm off to Dreamland. Hopefully will get to hang out wtih Nemo for a bit. Until next time...