God, I'm tired... spent the last week doing fundraising for a coworker of mine... he has cancer and is going under the knife in November. The sickness has him beaten down, and the bills keep piling up. Hopefully, the funds raised will help him out.

Other than that, I'm just exhausted. Roomie's daughter is being retarded again, which means the state wants to take her son away (not a bad idea), and of course, roomie's gotta play "super dad" and go to the rescue... meaning the grandson I refer to as "Banshee" will be staying here again and caterwauling all hours of the night. Joy.

Remind me again why 40th trimester abortion isn't legal?

So it's been a little bit since my last posting, and I'm bored out of my mind. Haven't slept all night, and it's now 8:30 AM... I'm beginning to wonder if I might have some insomnia disorder....

Found a new game to play... depending on how the PK is, it might keep me busy for a few weeks. Hopefully it's more loyal to my free time than some certain people who were supposed to have contacted me yesterday... bleh.

Anyway, I'm wide awake, but I've got to try to sleep... I still need to contact a possible new place of employment and see if I can't cut down my commute a bit... gas prices are such a drag.

So, with this first entry, this diary is no longer empty. Sad, perhaps, but not empty.

Where to begin? Hmm. I'd have to say I'm not looking forward to my day at work tomorrow. Our district manager will be arriving with his chief brown-noser, and since they have nothing better to do, they're going to proceed to make our lives hell. Yay. I'm half-tempted to wake up early, just to pay work a before-schedule visit and say what's really on my mind, and let them stew in their own juices because I'd be off the clock and there wouldn't be a damn thing they could do about it.

...Must be nice to have a job where all you do all day is show up to shit on people.

I've been thinking, and I believe I just need a job where I can travel, see the world, and get paid loads of money for it. There HAS to be something more important out there than Mr. and Mrs. Britney Spears, Brangelina, or whatever else the tabloids/dimerags seem to want to stuff down our throats... again.

Or maybe I'm just becoming a bit jaded. Who knows? I do know that I'm starting to get a little stir-crazy... and that I miss my nephew and nieces like crazy. They're due home in a week, but who knows how much they've grown in the months that my back has been turned? Meh.