>17 days. That’s how many days I have been stuck in my apartment. 17 bloody days. Can’t walk anywhere, can’t drive anywhere; I am imprisoned by a broken foot. I am on the brink of madness. Perhaps if I had children, or friends who weren’t my co-workers and AT work, my days wouldn’t be as mundane. I’m stuck in this giant temporal jellyfish with no structure or purpose. I am not structured enough to assign myself tasks to do. I tend to be insubordinate to myself. Although I do know that tomorrow I have to call and make yet another student loan payment. And yes, I have paintings to work on, but that’s not the type of work that rotates on a schedule. And daytime TV is the same fucking series of shows day after bloody day. If I didn’t have my entire collection of Monty Python on DVD I might be in some serious trouble with the law. My mother is more than likely sick of hearing from me. My dogs don’t do a whole lot; they have more fun outside, and I can’t handle them both on leashes by myself. We need dog food. I asked Bryan if we could go get dog food. I need out of this house. He’s working late today. Damn Microsoft. I need to go get dog food. I need to be away from this place for an extended period of time. I think we need to go get dog food in Vancouver. Yes, Vancouver sounds lovely. Ah, the sun is peeking through again.
I just want to sleep. Can’t do it. Not sleeping at night, can’t sleep during the day…that’ll really mess up my sleep schedule.
BLOODY HELL!!! Stop with the damn WHINING! Bee-yatch.
I suck. I suck I suck my brain is stuck down on my luck feel lie a shmuck my mood’s in muck oh what the fuck???
Bryan is home, I believe. Yes! Someone to entertain me. Still maintains Vancouver for dog food is not a good idea.
Ugh…someone got stabbed by a screwdriver. Oh! Here’s my consumers of said dog food:
Greyhound’s official name: Gee
Unofficial name: Bee
Beagle’s official name: Duke
Unofficial name: Koo.
There will be a quiz later.
That is all.