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Well, 1 out of three ain't bad...
Oct. 6th, 2002 05:35 amMy goals for the weekend were to do laundry, take out the trash, and clean the bathroom. I still have yet to do any of it, mainly due to last night's excursions and tonight's 10-hour shift.
Interesting aside tonight. I think they must have been conservative sect, based oin the clues I had, but we had a nice Jewish family come in and order a bunch of pizza tonight. It felt good to actually wish someone I didn't know a Shalom Shabbat.
Yes, I'm weird.
I also decided to send a two sentence e-mail to Josh congratulating him on his upcoming wedding. I dunno, I guess I don't know how to feel about Josh. (For all you Fairborners reading this, my old roomie Josh, not the more recently married Josh.) I dunno. I know what happened has worked out for the best, and the only thing that ever irritated me was minor. I dunno. I just really don't want to talk to him, even if we used to be best friends. My original intent for this post was to explain who Josh is and what happened, but I'm too tired for all that drama right now. It's over and done with. Our lives split. I am curious as to who the hell he is engaged to, particularly since she is allegedly from Urbana, but that will have to wait for a while. Depending on whether or not he still checks the e-mail I sent the note to.
I also am beginning to remember why I hate the first real cold snap of the year. Damn Seasonal Afective Disorder. It's really bad when the only reason you can come up with to live is that you have to work tomorrow. Or realizing that your house has no good place to kill yourself in. And even if you did, knowing your roommate would try and ressurect you just for the sake of killing you for getting blood stains on the carpet.
Yes, I'm being morbid. It's how I deal with it, since I have no desire to go to flatline emotion again. Paxil made me an asshole. Or rather, it got me to the emotional level where I had two moods. Zoned out and asshole. That and it made me constipated. On the bright side, I could go for hours in bed!
Ugh. Maybe I will clean the bathroom. I do need to wash clothing tomorrow. Trash can wait for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gothic_oreo to get here, since he promised to help me. You hear me, Oreo?!?
Interesting aside tonight. I think they must have been conservative sect, based oin the clues I had, but we had a nice Jewish family come in and order a bunch of pizza tonight. It felt good to actually wish someone I didn't know a Shalom Shabbat.
Yes, I'm weird.
I also decided to send a two sentence e-mail to Josh congratulating him on his upcoming wedding. I dunno, I guess I don't know how to feel about Josh. (For all you Fairborners reading this, my old roomie Josh, not the more recently married Josh.) I dunno. I know what happened has worked out for the best, and the only thing that ever irritated me was minor. I dunno. I just really don't want to talk to him, even if we used to be best friends. My original intent for this post was to explain who Josh is and what happened, but I'm too tired for all that drama right now. It's over and done with. Our lives split. I am curious as to who the hell he is engaged to, particularly since she is allegedly from Urbana, but that will have to wait for a while. Depending on whether or not he still checks the e-mail I sent the note to.
I also am beginning to remember why I hate the first real cold snap of the year. Damn Seasonal Afective Disorder. It's really bad when the only reason you can come up with to live is that you have to work tomorrow. Or realizing that your house has no good place to kill yourself in. And even if you did, knowing your roommate would try and ressurect you just for the sake of killing you for getting blood stains on the carpet.
Yes, I'm being morbid. It's how I deal with it, since I have no desire to go to flatline emotion again. Paxil made me an asshole. Or rather, it got me to the emotional level where I had two moods. Zoned out and asshole. That and it made me constipated. On the bright side, I could go for hours in bed!
Ugh. Maybe I will clean the bathroom. I do need to wash clothing tomorrow. Trash can wait for
gothic_oreo to get here, since he promised to help me. You hear me, Oreo?!?
