Here I am on a Friday night living the dream. I've got Supertramp on the stereo, a bag of weed, some really good AMERICAN beer and, of course, Julia. The only thing that might make this evening a bit more interesting would be the presence of some skin. I really would like to meet a friend that I can hang with, but I don't want to have sex with my friends. It just seems like something I'm never going to do, so I might as well get over it. Over what? Exactly.
I approach Thursdays with a bit of apprehension and a load of excitement now that I'm working on a permanent day shift at the local utility. The days are long and the hours aren't that great, but the company during the day is pretty good so I tolerate it for that and the consistent income. It's kinda nice to know that I'm at least going to be able to afford my rent at the end of the month. I would never go out during the week. Not even if I wasn't working. It just makes me feel better to contain the party monster to Friday and maybe Saturday night. But no more than that. It would wreak havoc with my head and I just wouldn't operate properly. But I'm running like a fine tuned engine these days. I'm feeling somewhat fit.