jerry031

This week will be the death of me. Or at least the death of my...shit. I had the exact word I wanted to write, and I lost it. I fucking hate doing that. I'll think of it again at about 4 in the morning, and I'll absolutely HAVE to get up and edit this journal. Anyway, I have a very strong desire to be good at what I do. And I AM good at what I do. But 14 hours yesterday, then coming in at 11 am, 9 am, 11 am, and 7:30 am the rest of the week kinda kills the mood. As surely as whiskey-dick. Next week is a completely new, fucked-up week, so all will be well with the universe. I'm cutting my hairs, getting a shower, and going to bed. Good night all......