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I got more than 4 hours of sleep and this morning, I don't feel like the victim of a cruel joke.
My eyes aren't ruthlessly heavy, I'm not breathing in *sighs*, and I don't feel like piling back up into bed and snoozing for another 15 minutes to 15 hours. This week had kind of sucked. I had plenty of reasons to be upset and I think I owe myself a pat on the back for even those moments where I caved to acting a little batty.
* My contract was extended another month, it was last minute notice. If you work from contract to contract like me, you know that the time nearing the end of each contract decision is rough. What if it doesn't get renewed? What now? What kind of shape is the wallet in? What did I do to get here? I felt a little faith that I was staying put -- for the next month at least.
* I've had a few of the most clutziest days ever. I spilled coffee all over myself and ripped, to hell, the replacement pair of pants I put on to replace the coffee soaked pair. I was no where near new clothes or home. I still shopped, while showing whom ever looked what sort of a 'color mood' I was in.
* The dryer broke. This opens a can of worms I'm not going to get into.
* Other people, whom I like... They're acting like they've been reborn... Fresh from the pod.
There's more I might be able to think of...
But I'm not... Because it's Friday.
I'm going to put in my 8 hours and try to put a better spin to the day.
What makes your best friend so special?
Submitted by Jessmiloo.
We consider ourselves brothers. Brothers from different mothers. Literally.
We've raised hell. We've kept each other's secrets. We speak volumes without using words.
We could be doing nothing and it would still be the best time ever.
Phil, is just the best guy I know. He's the most loyal friend I've ever met. We've endured everything, liking the same women, dating them, fallouts with other mutual friends, being pulled over by the cops, and other things that not many people will ever know. Perhaps if they're lucky.
I miss him a lot. I'm very proud of him finding a wonderful woman, both of them moving off to greener pastures and starting a great family. He's one of very few people (not enough imo) who I consider to be a part of my life forever. I can't imagine going a day without thinking about him and our friendship. Thanks.
I'm tired of being dragged along, waiting to hear yes or no.
- I don't care if it's a no, it's better than dangling and waiting AND now i know what I need to do.
I'm tired of monotony. It's nice to know what to do... But I don't like feeling like I'm wasting.
- Those brain cells need exercise. I feel the need to accomplish something great. I miss that about ceramics.
I'm tired of finding myself in predicaments where I feel helpless and possibly completely fucked.
- I'd rob Peter to pay Paul, but John caught me on the way and he's looking at me rather aggressively wanting his money.
I'm tired of leaving the scene and coming back later to learn that someone's been an asshole..
- Seriously know, fucking grow up. grow the fuck up... act your fucking age.*
I'm tired of sitting agape wishing I had answers. Wishing I had some other way.
- Either I know you won't like the answer or me because I'm going to be blunt... OR I don't know, but I'd do anything to find out.
I'm tired of slow. creeping. moments. where I wish time moved faster.
- Tied to monotony. Wanting time to move faster makes me feel like I'm not respecting what time I've got to live, how ever long that may be.
Tired of vanishing money. Sneaky bills. Surprises that come with those sneaky bills.
- I remember not too long ago, everyone wanted their money... NOW. Now, they want me to fuck up and pay late! It's more profitable, ya know.
Tired of that feeling like I'm an outsider.
- I've been told that I'm smarter than I look, than I seem. That I'm much more appealing than I look. That I was pretty cool after all. I always was these things. Nothing has changed, betches... srsly.
Tired of people assuming.
- you know what they say about those who assume. And, yeah... I end up thinking you're an ass... But only momentarily barring certain assumptions.
Tired of not sleeping. Fighting sleep. Tossing and turning. Not being able to sleep. Fighting to wake up when I need to.
So tired of feeling undervalued.
- I'm bound and determined to pass out somewhere.
* - Root of tired/anger. I'm not fond of people treating others like shit and doing so while I'm not around to call them on it.
What would you attempt to do if you knew you could never fail?
Submitted by BeckyPink.
I'm pretty tenacious... I wouldn't attempt to do something unless I was certain I could do it. If I fail, I try again... and again. If I can't do it, then I succeeded in giving it a shot.
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