Why am I writing this when I have had enough adult kool-aids that I am past tipsy? I am just not ready for hitting the hay yet. So here I am sitting in the dark, trying to type on my laptop with fingers too big and clumsy to hit the right keys. (Another great use for spell check.) I have no rant, as I already got my bitching done at the bar, and all that is left is the happy drunk that sits in the corner and tells everyone they are "The Best". I guess I could pull a bottle or two from the fridge and push myself deep into the dark areas of alcohol consumption, but watching my old room make sit in the dark and drink alone was alway the most pathetic act I had ever seen. Is sitting alone typing in the dark any better? Good question. I don't know, and am feeling too good to care. So what to write when I can hardly type??? Well, I do not think I am going to come up with any great thinking right now. No better mouse trap. No plan for world peace. And no fantastic insight into the human condition. In fact, I can almost not string a sentence together. (I think I am stringing sentences together. This could all turn out to be drunk gibberish tomorrow after the exciting effects of the alcohol ware off.) I am loosing what little direction I had here.
Ok I'll rant a little. I hate my job! I know, I know, more people hate their job, but I went back too school so I would be able to escape the crap of my hell hole employer.
Enough of that. --(Damn fingers, find the keys.)--
My cat is sleeping. He is an old cat. 16 years now. And he sleeps allot. Like 23 hours a day. (LOL I am over exaggerating) I am yabering about my cat... man I do apologies if anyone bothered to read this crap. I think I did mention I had a few. Didn't I? Oh well, enough of this, I an going to see what other trouble I can get in before I fall asleep.
