Well... I have nothing I want to do, and at least 3 days to do it in.
Not much has changed in the last 24 hours.
I get high.
I go to bed.
Some asshole calls me.
I get up for a bit.
I get high.
I go to bed.
Some asshole calls me.
I get up for a bit.
stitches come out at the earliest friday.
unemployment system was down today.
I'm going to try tomorrow without any narcotics.
Last round was around 5 and I still probably have too much in my system to responsibly drive.
My new car is in the works, its a piece that was in a minor accident, has an assload of miles on it, has a V-8 is going to run approximately $1000.
I can live with that.
Reportedly has AC and everything else a growing boy needs, just a fuel pump battery and headlight away from being driveable.
Still in claims and police report limbo.
Dad wants to get this guy, so do I. We realistically don't anticipate that we'll be able to.
Houdini Sanchez
is Houdini Sanchez.
Plastic surgery keeps getting brought up.
For some reason a trip to Vegas keeps being brought up...
I'd really just like to get my unemployment sorted out, and drop my last paycheck on bills.
Stitches Friday-Sunday
tomorrow no narcotics... for as long as possible
Then maybe drive down to Indy and have some fried rice.
Of all the places in the world that need a 24 hour diner, its there.
Even if its a McDiner.
Are we starting to get that I'm depressed and bored?
Oh good... its not just me.
I dunno... maybe I can make it to a movie tonight.
I think I'll try walking to the store first.
Maybe pick up some soda and stretch these creaky bones.
Maybe then I can find it in me to write these checks... give a fuck about something for 20 minutes.