lately i’ve realized my life changes were minimal and really it just gives me something to do in the downtime between my pitiful hours and ridiculous drinking. sunday through thursday i drank every night and then went out again last night. i read more and try to keep up with the goings ons around and listen to mpr and such things, but still drink like a fish and spend a shitton of fucking money on eating out. what a waste. that and lately i’ve been chilling with folk that spend any downtime from work drinking. the ones i’ve known forever i have no issue chilling with, but i seem to be meeting new people that do the same and just bring me down. becomes a frustrating situation.
basically what i’m left with is a dry bank account, 4 books, 4 new yorker magazines, and an adbusters chilling unread next to my tv, and complete exhaustion both physical and mental. maybe i have to put more effort into this shit. i hope the rutabagas thing turns into something and i can find a decent starting job in the next few weeks. cross your fingers for me.