This morning I feel sad.

I mean, at least it's not desperate.
I wish I could dream of something that would leave me waking up happy.

I have to work today.
I have a job at a bank and I have to work on Columbus Day.
Tomorrow, we open. Opening day. I hope I don't suck at life tomorrow.

Tonight I should probably paint. Or maybe I can on Wednesday.
I just don't know how hours are really going to go this week.

This is the most boring post ever.
I'm sorry.

Haha.

It's 9 o'clock on a .... Sunday?

Compassion fatigue - Wikipedia

Um, is it possible for me to have compassion fatigue simply from life.
Because sometimes I fear I just simply do not have the energy to care.

Of course, I always manage to summon up more.
I've never actually not cared.

That would be an interesting and refreshing change of pace, perhaps.


Anyway, I was interested to run across a possible diagnosis for my stress/stomachaches.

I'm tired.
It's only 9 pm.
And I work tomorrow at 8:30.

I want to buy my iPhone soon.
Does anyone know how much extra my data package is going to cost?
I thought I read $30.

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Things.

Because all I can do is this. It's what I've always done, but I'm getting very tired of it.

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Unrelated to above screen shot: This article is upsetting to me. Even though I know that racists are becoming less common, the fact that a formerly well respected politician (because I do not respect him so much right now) would stoop to these levels and allow his campaign to stoop even lower is ridiculous.

Also unrelated: I am seriously a little freaked that I cannot seem to think of a single thing to write for NaNoWriMo. I'm thinking I could loosely base it on my own life... but really, I'm not sure my life is interesting... it's just stupid.

Also unrelated: Kamikazes, the drinks, are delicious.

Because it's all anyone ever asks of me... to be a friend.

I kind of don't believe this one.
Well, not tonight anyway.
"Love is magic, but magic is sometimes an illusion." (I forget who said that off the top of my head.)


(I'm waiting for someone to grow a pair.)

Oh, I don't know how I'm going to make time for this.

Also, I have no idea what I'm going to write about.

However. I'm going to try. I will probably fail, but... Ah well.

October 6, 2008 @ 9:14 PM EST

I think McCain-Palin are turning the campaign into a gossip column rather than a serious discussion of political issues.

Because bullies do that sort of thing when they are scared.
Because bullies are actually intellectually weak.

Politics tire me, can I just vote already?

Apparently the Republican party, more specifically Palin and McCain, are trying to tie Obama to Bill Ayers and to the bombings that Ayers is linked to that occurred... in the 70s.

Did that sentence make sense? Anyway, yeah.
Obama was a child when the bombing happened.

I believe I talked about this before.
Anyway, Barack Obama and Bill Ayers met in the 90s.
They worked together on a non-profit educational organization's board.
This organization dispersed funds to Chicago area schools.

They also served together on a board of an anti-poverty organization.

Oh, and Obama has publicly denounced any bombings that occurred in the 70s by the group Ayers was associated with.



Personally, I feel it's pathetic that McCain-Palin feels it is necessary to criticize Obama's work with legitimate, non-profit organizations.

I thought about you all day.

I probably shouldn't have.

My brain doesn't listen to reason.
This "a softer world" comic -- still how I feel.


Jason Mraz was stalking me today.
His music played everywhere.

I'm so glad that Ghost Hunters exists.

So awesome. I love it.
Because for this hour... I can be sucked in by the existence of ghosts and think of nothing else.

Heaven.

It's been a few days.

I'm sorry.

I've been very busy and life has not been interesting the past few days.
I work, I come home, I do homework, I sleep.
Sometimes I get to see someone's face. Justin's mostly.

I need to see my Megan sometime soon.
I miss her.