Monday, December 22, 2008
it seems i do what i want. get drunk on sundays. know that i have to be in early for work, but i sleep until i don't want to anymore. then i get up, walk around my apartment, listen to music, smoke, grab no bites to eat, but think about it. take no lunch to work, walk around outside with my headphones, and eventually climb the hill to work. i don't care about it at all. i don't know why they haven't fired me. maybe they will today.