pudding

so fucking tired lately, all i want to do is sleep. maybe sleep would come easier if i had someone to share it with. loneliness kills slowly. chicken pot pie and sweet tea took me mentally two steps closer to home, add in the call from my mim and i'm halfway there. my birthday, which is on thursday, is promising to suck. i'm launching a preemptive strike on the one day of the year that is supposed to be good because it's mine all mine. plan a) there is no plan a. plan b) get miserably drunk and call in sick the next day because those bitches owe me. plan c) be sober and lonely and angry. i hope for plan b but will most likely get stuck with plan c out of sheer frustration. my birthday never sucks, but this year it's going to be rough i can tell. got another compliment on my hair, i don't know what i can do to change it now. i've already cut it as a result of last weeks compliment. god damn people. see my shrink tomorrow, i hope he's in a drug prescribing mood. i'm tired of feeling tired all the time. i'm not good for anything in this state. plus i'm acting like a needy bastard, as in i need a fucking hug. i also need someone's leg to hump but that is a separate but equally pathetic issue. fna people.