Today was...

Today was... Today I had work at 10. Which would hve been really plesant if I didn't have to get up at 630 to pay O G Kev. So I did, and he thanked me and I went back to sleep, which is a miracle in itself because I have rarely been able to do that. So I get up and go to work.

Work may perhaps be a bad environment for me. No, it probably is. It' not that it's a bad job, or I absolutely hate it, but it makes me think; which is the most dangerous thing to do...give me time to think. I overthink things constantly and dwell upon things for too long. But these thoughts at work eventually lead to a series of meltdowns in which I beat myself up and question everything I do. For instance, I start thinking why I ever came down here? And why I'm allowing myself to wake up and be a janitor every day? And why I'm such a loser? And why I'm totally unsocial? I never come up with any answers, but always end up on the verge of tears. But I have to maintain myself in the prescence of the thousands of human beings that surround me my whole shift. But anyways, work ends. It always ends, and I need to keep that in mind for future meltdowns.

So I get home. And My day immediately gets better, because I call the numbr on my pay card. It's my first pay day. I was expecting like twenty dollars from the little work I did my first week. Here I get one-hundered and thirteen dollars. So I'm thinking "bitchin'!" not remebering that next week they take out double rent. So we'll see what my financial future has in store for me. When I get changed, I go out of my bedroom to find my roomies in conversation.

My roomates have to be from another planet. Or perhaps I am the one from another planet and I'm only now realizing that I don't fit in with my own species. Literally, all they do is chase every avaliable, and unavailable, girl around here and when they're not, they're talking to each other. And they try to include me in it and I always reply as awkwardly as possible, unintentionally. When one of them approach me telling me about the new girl they've slept with and I usually reply "yeah...you go...dude?..." I wouldn't have much of an issue with this if they all didn't talk about the girlfriends they're screwing over. One of my roomates has a pattern: he talks about a sex story with his girlfriend and then a sex story about some girl he met only hours before.

All this occurs while I'm cooking, if you can call it that. On my first trip to Wal-Mart, I got a thing of eggs, thinking there was a lot of options for eggs. However, the cookware here can hardly fry an egg properly. I thought the problem might have been no cooking spray so I went and got some. That wasn't it, because I tried again and I got the same egg slog I got the first time. Then I thought of an omlette. So I try and I end up with what seems to be the forgotten love-child of and omlette and scrambled eggs. It was a lump of cooked eggs. So I cook some ramen, not knowing what to do with my orphan eggs. I prepare it the usual way, except I decide the broth is too good to just pour out so I keep some in the bowl. Then I decide to rip up the eggs and mix it in the ramen soup. I add salt and pepper and a dash of garlic powder. I have created the world's oddest, but suprisingly delicious bowl of...stuff.

Afterwards, I make plans to go out for Frosties (from Wendy's) with Dayna, my Potter pal. I've been craving a forsty lately. So I wait, and I wait some more... For a few hours. One of my roomates has a girl over, suprise surprise. So I'm in my bedroom waiting for them to retire to their bedroom. So I start taking a nap. I wake up a few minutes later and Dayna says she's done with what she ways doing now and asks if I'm still up to it. I say yes, and go back to...resting my eyes, thinking she'll be a while. I sleep through her being here. I felt terrible and I apologized to her when I saw the five or so missed calls from her.

Today was average (How's that for suspense?).