SL and I always seem to bicker when we speak. I try my best to be open, but frankly, I don’t see the reward.
CK Is doing the whole passive aggressive thing because I don’t have 5 hours to spend listening to him yap in my ear. Yes, that was 5 hours, 300 minutes, 18000 seconds. As if I don’t have better things to do. I swear he must have tits hidden under his shirt because he whines like my mother, when I don’t call her.
Haven’t started smoking, despite my earlier declarations, but not because of lack of want, just lack of desire to take my ass to the speciality shop and purchase the kind I like. Lazyness…who knew it was good for your lungs?
Went to the gym today, beat the shit out of a bag and did about 30 laps in the pool. Trying to ease some of this aggressiveness of late.
Sleep is still elusive. Pretty soon I imagine I’ll be homicidal.