I pump gas for a living...which is actually incredibly decent, I basically get paid to pump gas, and hang out with friends. Everything's perfect except for that pesky night shift...I work third shift weekends...and honestly I've never hated people more than working third shift weekends. Working third shift has of course introduced me to the idea of NOT seeing my girlfriend for weeks on end. Which is of course disgustingly frustrating.On top of not seeing someone I'm used to hanging out with 4 out of 7 days a week. Insomnia is already f*cked up. So, when you're a recovering insomniac used to staying up for days on end, and you're attempting to shock your system into sleeping normally; one can assume a random night shift thrown into the spoke sends me six paces backwards, after moving only one pace forward. Not to mention the assholes that come through that I meet....I hate assholes.
Enough about that. If theres no replacement found, then I'll just work until I snap on a rude customer after not sleeping for days on end. Prison food is delicious. I think.
It's so easy to live in darkness and gloom when we forget to turn on the lights and open the shades.
The idea of school keeps popping into my mind, and how I really would like to go....not quite sure what for. I have a thousand one passions but not enough decisions you know? I feel like my life is going a million miles a minute, but I...alone...am standing still.
