I hate mornings like today. I have already been working for an hour on some freelance crap that has nothing to do with writing. I'm grateful for the pay, but one of the least favorite things about having one of them real jayohbees was waking up before 0900.
Whining over. Thanks for letting me vent.
Today we lose family and a friend. They aren't dying or anything, they just have to go home. Which is cool for them, but sucks for us.
When some people leave me I feel relieved. Like I survived some sort of annoying trial in life. I don't feel guilty for feeling that way about them, I just feel sad that they suck the life out of me and don't realize it.
This time I feel like telling them, I can stand sleeping on my couch a few more days if you wanna hang out a little longer. My back might disagree, but I still want to tell them.
Apparently there was a fight last night. I watched The Holiday instead. Much more entertaining. Plus, Jude Law. And Phillip Seymour Hoffman.
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