longpastbedtime

Joining the bleary-eyed stream of evacuees shuffling their yawning way out of the factory this morning, I realize my life is mimicking a line from an Alkaline Trio song: sleeping is my nine to five. God, I hate third shift. But this weekend I get to rock out (possibly with my cock out) with my college friends. I don't get the long weekend I was promised when I started the job though; only 2 days instead of 4. Should have known that was a pipe dream. I'd be in the area to visit my favorite cousin as well, and I think she'd like that. She's cool as hell, I haven't seen her in a while and she's had a rough time of life lately. I should talk to her today. Maybe I will.