Wow...I've probably slept 80% of the last 3 days. I was down and out last night...so I went to bed at midnight or so and didn't wake up 'til 1100. Crazy.
So yeah...taking three days off work due to sickness and spending most of that time by yourself gives you alot of time to think. Unfortunately, I hate thinking...because thinking is usually followed by deep depression for me. And sure enough...here I am. Down and out once again.
Lots of stuff on my mind...nothing I care to go into right now because I don't need to rehash it all. Just a bunch of personal issues...mostly financial.
But to top things off...I've been feeling really lonely lately. Not in the usual way, though. I just feel like a good percentage of my friends couldn't give a rats ass about me. I mean, I know they like hanging out and all...and they're good buddies or whatever. But, I've lost one best friend in the last month, the one that I really let it all out on...and everyone else seems to have bailed on me, too. I really need someone right now...and I just don't have anyone to talk to anymore. Like...really talk to. I'm such a co-dependent, it's not even funny anymore.
Oh well...work called me just a little bit ago. I guess they don't hate me afterall. They offered me a Saturday shift to make up a few hours I missed being sick. My station manager really came through for me on this one...I need to stop by and thank him.
Well...I think I'm gonna get ready. Take a shower, get my borderline afro cut off, and head to work. It's spring break for most of the schools around here...so this weekend should be really good times at el aeropuerto. Especially those Florida flights.
So, I leave you with a great song by Chris Knight..."It Ain't Easy Being Me"
There ought to be a town somewhere,
Named for how I feel.
Yeah I could be the mayor down there,
And say "Welcome to Sorryville".
It wouldn't be on a map no where,
You might say that it don't exist.
But if you make enough wrong turns,
It'd be hard to miss.
There ought to a bridge somewhere,
They could dedicate to me.
I'd probably come to the ceremony,
With a can of gasoline.
Walk on over to the other side,
Where I'd light a match.
Sit and stare through the smoke and flames,
and wonder how I'm gonna get back.
- Chris Knight
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Well, I have a hard time feeling sorry for you. I don't wish to post my name, but J, you will know who I am if you want. I tried to get back in touch with you but that obviously got nowhere since I haven't heard from you. I just missed my old friend, but I guess you didn't miss me.
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