Where Procrastination Meets Apathy - I won't care tomorrow.

     Today was just a great big day of shit. Wasn't the worst in the world but there was a whole list of down notes. And it seemed like all the down stuff happened in the span of a few hours. I can't wait to just curl up back at home and sleep for a long time. Stupid Day.
     First off I get woken up repeatedly by Leah asking me questions I'm not even coherent enough to properly answer, it being before noon at all. Before any of you give me shit about being asleep and bitching before noon, keep in mind I work graveyard shift and don't even get home 'till about 7am. Right then, you catch my drift.
     Next, I wake up, decide to actually check on my friend Megan's Live Journal... and I'm not pleased. I'm seriously not pleased, feel a little betrayed, and more so, ignored. If you don't know the long story line I won't bother to run the soap opera drama out for you. Too much drama and stupidity. Basically it boils down to I feel like I'm only important to her if she needs something from me or she can't seemed to find anyone else to bitch to. My opinions and my advice never seem to get past the "smile and nod" stage with her. She says she agrees and she'll follow my advice... and nothing ever happens. It's almost depressing.
     The last bit did it. I'm done. If she wants to grow up, learn, and actually become something she can and I'll support her... but I will never, ever bail her out or give her any more advice again. It leads to nothing but more aggrivation on my part and I'm rather sick of it. I love the girl to death, and I want her to be happy and successful, but if she's going to just keep pulling the same shit over and over again then what's the damn point? None. Exactly. Glad we had this talk.
     Next I take my roomie John to work. Not a big deal. Go home, pikc up Leah, go to my Mom's office, pick up my dog, go to Bennigan's for dinner, then head off to Wal-Mart to pick up a new whiteboard for the house. On the way to Wal-Mart I see my Bronco parked in front of a house. I pull a u-turn, swing back around to double check... and it's my Bronco. This, of course, reminds me to call Tom. So I do so and *shock* the phone number works! Not only that, he answers and I talk with him.
     Turns out my bro has not been doing well. A year without a job and has gotten into a little bit of trouble. He's engaged and has been with the same woman for over a year (if you had seen his past relationships, you'd realize what an astounding accomplishment this is.) Thankfully we'll start getting together again. I miss the big dumbass. Sad part is he's moving to Florida. Supposidly he's got a job lined up out there and so does his beau. Good luck to him... but that means he'll be gone... and I'll be sad.
     Then we get home and find out we got chewed out by our landlord for accusitions that weren't even validated. Something about the trash and how the house was kept. Funny, if she had actually come over to look at the place she'd see it damn-near spotless as the twins went cleaning crazy, and the trash was no fault of ours since we took it out the night before because today was trash day. Crap, total crap.
     Then, lastly, I get to work... and we're busy. Really busy. Didn't lighten up 'till just now and there's no reason for that. Stupid people. I hate people. Especially most of our customers, because a damn lot of them don't have a fuckin' clue how to use their computers and they blame us. Sheesh. Then I get the occasional really sweet person and that kinda makes up for it... but they're few and far between.
     Alright, I'm done bitching. Remember, folks. Friday. 9pm - 12am Mountain Time. http://radio.uccs.edu. Liquid Radio is on the air.