Day 389

I am never one to complain but here are just a couple reasons why today sucked:

-I woke out of a dead sleep and never quite gained consciousness.

-I tried to write and all I could do was write a scene heading to a script and stare at it and look at different formats and then delete everything.

-My favorite lady who works at my deli was moving VERY slowly today and may be sick. :(

-I finally got around to vacuuming my room and the vacuum went missing.

-The writers in my program also seemed braindead today and just when I was okay with me doing nothing a mouthy first year showed up and wouldn't shut up about how jogging is freedom and I realized I was wasting my life.

-They didn't have the books I want to read at the library.

-I had to wait on drunken 19 year olds and remember that I need to work harder at writing because I don't want to wait on drunken 19 year olds anymore.

-The Indian security dude I am in love with pretty much told me that I am a fuck up at my job today. And the dumb security guard who thinks he's an ultimate fighter gave me gum and then bitched about how he has to take a cab home tonight.

-The 21 year old I'd like to fool around with has a girlfriend. Although the story he told me about how his girlfriend is outta town and he was beating off to porn when the dad of his roommate was staying at their house was pretty awesome. Especially when the next day the father of his roommate asked if there had been a gang bang the night before.

-And worst of all my mother told me that she is soooo proud of me. Proud of what? A fuck up with a dirty floor who is sinking massively in debt and feels sorry for herself sometimes when she knows better? Wow Ma, I wonder if there is too much Paxil in your Paxil. But damn her saying that was the closest thing I could get to a hug and I'll take it. Tomorrow I will do whatever it takes to make her declaration of pride hold up.

Tip of the Day: Ugh.

-Canadian Castaway