night life

Number 2... So far so good, I might even get a 4th out there. Who knows, you never can tell with my could stand to be a bit crazier life.

So, I have developed a very basic nightly retuine for my work nights.. work my ass off, come home soaking wet, get pissed that my mom has managed to keep both the dryer and washer tied up yet again, decied to either finish her work and start mine, or set my alarm two hours back so I can do mine in the morning. Trodge up the crooked stair case without hutring my self if I'm lucky. Now I either cook some mac and cheesee, or some top ramen, because if the food set aside for me is still there odds are it's a dish I don't like or it's one I love, and I was over looked in the rush (actually the funny thing is, if I'm in my room on my nights off, and she cooks dinner, she forgets me then too) Then I sit down with dinner and some drink spiked with either rum or with two sleeping aids ( I never mix) and settle in for back to back eppisodes of The Daily Show and the Colbert Report, figuring if the head line makes both shows and the chit chat at work, then it's probably true. So after I eat and I am thourghly drugged or drunk, and once again reminded why I ditched the wold of pollitics along with everything else in 'o4, I retire to my room, work on one or all 7 of my 7 porgects and crash in my bed that I never make because, There is just something so comforting in a messy bed. Lay there awake waiting on the sand man, questioning every thing I have done with my life up untill now and wondering what's next. Say a prayer. If I'm lucky I'll have a dream that's not a nightmare, if I'm really lucky that dream will envolve whatever hollywood hottie I'm into that week, the current two are Alan Tudyk and Adrine Brody (sp?) - can I pick'em or what?

That's my night life in a nutsheel, every now and then I'll go see a movie with friends or a show, One of these night's I'll dress up and head down to the bar scene in Longview, or to Kilgore for the bands. Most any time I have days off back to back, which is almost never I'm in Houston, seeing the tall buildings and arts that litter our streets there and I am reminded of who I really am, and I can only hope where ever I end up next I can find that there aswell.
The plans I have set aside for May are such huge gambles, and I'll probably come up short, I'm very bad at taking risks, always seem to take the wrong ones, and in all actuallty I could do so much better staying here at least through '07 - getting my self back on track, but wheres the fun in a stable life like that?

I'm scared to death, but not like I've been batting a thousand so far.

wahtever tomorrow brings
spiral out
wave on