Another day older, and deeper in debt. At least, if you believe Merle Travis, Johnny Cash and a bunch more artists who’ve been flogging this tune since the 1950s.
Slept poorly last night - and this morning, was awoken by Leyton who came to sleep here in between lectures and what-not. It’s the Ultimate Lara Day here today too … we’re finally rid of her. She’s moving on to bigger and better things, we’re moving in another direction, we’re downsizing the operation, we’re letting her go, and so on, and we’re getting Brenden in to take care of operations.
I’m a bit reflective today - turning 27 tomorrow, and here I am in a worse position than I was last year. I’m tired too, so that doesn’t help proceedings … and I’m starving. Part of the reason I think I’m so tired is the war in my mind to get junkfood and prozac myself to sleep.
I am looking forward to tomorrow, though, in some sick way. It’s the one day of the year I get to do whatever I want. I think I’ll kill Gretel Kileen, since I’ll be untouchable and I hate her so. Or maybe I’ll just laze around doing nothing, but how will I tell the difference from any other day? Taking care of business.