tymme

Am a zombie right now. Sleep is just around the corner, yet I find myself typing. I have nothing to say. Maybe if I type long enough something will be brought up from my subconscience. . . doubtful. WalMart and its "policies" are a joke. Big meeting today to discuss things that could be done to improve the store, or just to bring up any concerns. I was going to keep my mouth shut, but they specificlly asked me if I had anything to say. So I was very professional and non-invasive in my statements, only to be blown off and disregarded as quickly as I can type the word bullshit. But that's work for you.

I actually am in a good mood. I found out that my band is playing another show this weekend. Woohoo! It is so nice that we are getting to the point that people are inviting us to play instead of us asking if we can play for them. I'm really looking forward to this.

I'm trying to think of something intellegable to say, but right now, the only thought going through my head is that scene from Fight Club, where the penguin looks at the guy and says, "Slide."

Too tired to continue. Going to bed now.


--tymme