I suck. I slept in so fucking late today it's not even funny. I must be getting depressed again or something - typically I can't sleep more then four hours a night, and here I am knocking out up to sixteen a day. This is seriously fucking with my work schedule.
I miss working construction - not this petty shit I do now, but the real deal; building houses and total reconstruction and shit like that. Working in hundred and twenty degree weather, sun on my back, swinging a hammer, so tired at the end of my shift that I can barely make it home without falling asleep.
That last house I built - that was one of the best times of my life. I was making damn good money, working my ass off six days a week (sometimes seven). I was happy and healthy and just enjoying the simplicity of my life. I worked, went home (or more often then not to a friend's house), showered and changed and had some coffee, then went out and had fun.
Growing up sucks. I hate it when life complicates itself just for the sake of complicating itself.
I miss working construction - not this petty shit I do now, but the real deal; building houses and total reconstruction and shit like that. Working in hundred and twenty degree weather, sun on my back, swinging a hammer, so tired at the end of my shift that I can barely make it home without falling asleep.
That last house I built - that was one of the best times of my life. I was making damn good money, working my ass off six days a week (sometimes seven). I was happy and healthy and just enjoying the simplicity of my life. I worked, went home (or more often then not to a friend's house), showered and changed and had some coffee, then went out and had fun.
Growing up sucks. I hate it when life complicates itself just for the sake of complicating itself.