In reference to yesterday:

My mom seems to remember the people I was referring to. Nice to know I'm not just "remembering" things. She even seems to remember some of my dealings with them (even dealings I didn't think she knew).

And now for something completely different:

It's been a long, boring day. Day three of the work week always seems to do that. Tomorrow, I'll keep thinking how I only have one day left, and Thursday I'll be worn out, and clawing my uniform off the second I get home. Good times. School starts next week, so that should add an extra element of fun.

I'm so tired of the way life has been going, to be honest. It's the same thing, day in and day out. Get up, go to work, go home sleep, go to school, go to work and so on. There's nothing worthwhile happening, there's no one special there, just me and an endless race to move forward. The only thing that makes anything more tolerable is the weekly hang-outs with my friends. It at least breaks things up a bit.

Oh well, who gives a shit. Just have to keep myself moving forward, I guess.