11 September, 2010

no rest for the whiny

I've been having a really hard time getting enough sleep lately, and too often I wake up sweaty and sore and stiff. (no innuendo intended, but now the image is in your head. Ha!) If I had more perspective, I guess I wouldn't be so anxious, but I feel like I'm responsible for a lot of stuff, maybe more than I can handle. Pounding cheap vodka isn't doing the trick.

Just kidding, Mom! I'm not really a binge drinker.

Outside of my job, bills, chores, and babysitting my roommate's imaginary friend (or ghost?) I feel obligated to my friends and family, especially since they put up with so much bullshit from me - less than they've had to in the past, but still. This is what I fear people hear when I whine: "Work is hard! Things are expensive! Life is short! Nobody understands me! Where's my Nobel Prize?" I even whine about my whining.

But I obviously have lots of things and people I should be grateful for, and sometimes I AM grateful for them. I can afford to feed myself, I don't have to sleep outside in the cold, I can walk about 3 blocks for a pack of cigarettes and leap tall buildings in a single bound, I have people who care about me, I have donuts, I have time to relax. I can relax. I am relaxing. I am relaxed. I am...

...zzxzxxzzxzxxzzz...

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