Had today off, but I managed to get a bunch done. Knocked out the laundry, went to the bank, and cleaned both my room and the bathroom. The Roomie's out of town, so I had the place to myself. My dumbass forgot to take the trash out at Work last night, and didn't think of it until I heard the garbage truck on Rampart, so I went back at 4 a.m. Between that and Snoop's renewed shitty attitude has me discombobulated about work. I do not like that job, and I'm not sure why. Maybe if I had more time off and/or weren't working so many nights - and weren't working with a gutless butthole - maybe I'd dig it more. Maybe if I had a band or something to do with my life I wouldn't care either way. Maybe if I could find someone to give me a little time and - hey, while we're dreaming - affection, I wouldn't mind so much. As for now, I don't know what in the hell I'm doing. Oh, well.
Watched The Serpent & The Rainbow, based on the book by Wade Davis, and Life Begins At 40, with Will Rogers, tonight. The latter was an enjoyable if unspectacular thirties style romantic comedy and the former was a pretty bad excuse for a horror movie. However, there were boobies in the latter, so that's nice.
And that's all she wrote.
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