You're No Rock and Roll Fun

I'm tired. Exhausted is more the word. Today when I got home my head was killing me, so I laid down with a cold wash cloth over my eyes, and the next thing I know it was almost 9:00. Actually, I do remember a knock on the door at some point, which was probably the landlord looking for the rent. That can wait until tomorrow, since I didn't get out of bed or even consider it. It isn't late anyway, so screw it.

Now, do I go back and try to get more sleep or do I just stay up? I ask because I agreed to come in to work tomorrow morning, on a Saturday, from 5 to 10. Why not? It isn't like I have other plans. At this point, I'm just concentrating on the $$$ that an extra five hours of overtime is going to provide on top of the 11 hours I already have this week. And this money I'm making is going to hammer some bills so that I'm in the clear, and come this fall when I seriously start looking to get out of this flea hotel it'll be that much easier.

I'm so tired. I owe Guinevere an e-mail, and I know it, but my brain is so frazzled. I'll hop on top of that tomorrow. Seeing as how she is my best friend and one of the few people out there I know that cares about me with no question, I figure she deserves a timely response to her great e-mails. Speaking of, I should write Colleen a letter, too. My sister is awesome, too. Right now most other people can suck it. I may not really mean that when the sun comes up, but I'm tired and frustrated and only kind of give a shit.

Jen. I meant what I wrote here yesterday, but again .... tired, frustrated. I don't think I'm going to call her tomorrow. In fact, I may not call her again until she comes looking for me. If I'm an important friend or whatever the hell I am, I guess she can show me so. And that's all I have to say about that.

On the other hand, through the magic of Myspace I got back in touch with a friend from LSI named Lisa. She left there sometime last year through some acrimonious circumstances of her own, so I sent her a message that the best thing about LSI was leaving there for good. And last night I chatted with her on Yahoo messenger for a little while. It was nice to be able to relax and chat with someone without feeling a lot of pressue on every word. It's really no wonder I retreated into those alter-egos, because sometimes it isn't easy being green. Anyway, I got back in touch with a friend. Yay.

Work is going all right. Today was a little frustrating, though. I was filing and straightening slides to go onto the barrels that Jason was gas-blocking. What he was doing is usually my job, but I think Barney put him on that because he was mostly goofing off and flirting with Amanda (the department hottie). Here's something: I'm a much better gas-blocker already than Jason is. For most of the day the slides were going fine, although I picked up a few nasty metal slivers, one of which is still in my finger. Then they just stopped. I'm positive I was doing them right, but they stopped fitting on the guns, no matter how hard I tried to beat them into shape. It could have been the gas-block, so Jason and I had a small Mexican stand-off for a while. Then Fred came over and hammered the fuck out of a slide to get it to fit a gun, just as an experiment, and then checked it in the straightening fixture and it was nowhere near those parameters. So it isn't really anything I'm doing, I guess, but I frustrated myself right into a headache. Then someone suggested Jason do something different on the gas-block screws, and after he did the slides started working again. Draw your own conclusions there.

No writing updates. I've been tired and worn out, and today I didn't get anywhere near the bookstore.

I'm feeling a little pent up, too. I wonder if I have enough cash for a minor Church excursion.