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Lazy day was super lazy. \o/
I was supposed to do some laundry but I never got around to it, perhaps tomorrow night. Or Sunday. Any night but tonight, I'm just totally not feeling it. I didn't do anything aside from lay around and stare at the ceiling, listening to music. I would have to say it's the best day that I've had in a while. A day of nothing but total relaxation.
I slept on and off, maybe got five hours tops? For the most part I'm glad to say that my dreams are back to normal. There was only one that I remember being strange, probably one of the weirdest ones I've had in a long time. I was dreaming that I worked at a pawn shop like my brother's, but it was owned by Billy Ray Cyrus and at the end of the day he rode off on a shitty motorcycle and forgot to give me my paycheck. +_+d
Tomorrow I have to work again, I would be a little more upset if I didn't need the money. Hopefully Larry won't be a total douchewaffle and he'll be able to keep himself focused on his actual job for more than ten minutes at a time. Truthfully that's what set me off the last time, so I'd rather not fly into one of those murderous rages again. I put in two more applications this morning while I wasn't sleeping, though I have to say that my motivation was for all the wrong reasons. Oh well, I suppose something had to motivate me a bit more so it can't really be all that bad.
I was supposed to do some laundry but I never got around to it, perhaps tomorrow night. Or Sunday. Any night but tonight, I'm just totally not feeling it. I didn't do anything aside from lay around and stare at the ceiling, listening to music. I would have to say it's the best day that I've had in a while. A day of nothing but total relaxation.
I slept on and off, maybe got five hours tops? For the most part I'm glad to say that my dreams are back to normal. There was only one that I remember being strange, probably one of the weirdest ones I've had in a long time. I was dreaming that I worked at a pawn shop like my brother's, but it was owned by Billy Ray Cyrus and at the end of the day he rode off on a shitty motorcycle and forgot to give me my paycheck. +_+d
Tomorrow I have to work again, I would be a little more upset if I didn't need the money. Hopefully Larry won't be a total douchewaffle and he'll be able to keep himself focused on his actual job for more than ten minutes at a time. Truthfully that's what set me off the last time, so I'd rather not fly into one of those murderous rages again. I put in two more applications this morning while I wasn't sleeping, though I have to say that my motivation was for all the wrong reasons. Oh well, I suppose something had to motivate me a bit more so it can't really be all that bad.
