I hate being up so late.
But this is the life of working in a bar to pay the bills.
If bars in Michigan, were open until 4am like here in good ole New York everyone would be fucking dead.
DEADDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD.

Being up this late throws me off for at least 24-36 hours.

Shits weird.
Shits always weird.
I dont know know what to make of it.
Mostly because I do know what to make of it..
I just dont want to make of it. Or I do.
OR I dont.
OR i do.
OR I dont.

things are being published and life is coming along.
maybe I should have paid attention more in previous school
and chosen a different career.

one day I can pay for everything.
until then, there is myspace and telling blond girls I'm a zoologist.