So I'll cut it short.
Friday-
We ended up waking to something quite joyful, or not at all. My cat was sitting on our front porch with a hole in its back. We suspected that our horse accidentally stepped on it. I was pretty scared for it because the last cat that got stepped on we couldn't save, also this was one of my favorite cats. Luckily none of its organs were crushed, but it did end up breaking its pelvis. It should be pretty healed after a month so we have to keep it caged up for awhile. What a relief hearing that was.
Saturday-
I got my electric start put in my car. I didn't get to work. This saddens me so much, because all I want to do with my life is work and rot away. I was asked to come in though. I almost had tears of joy when I had to tell them "sorry...I can't come in...my electric start is being put in my car that day and it will take hours to do."
Towards the end of the day my heavy depression started to kick in when I thought to myself how Sunday will just be me waiting to go in and work another full work. I ended up driving down to Square Records in Akron when one of my friends from around the area asked to do something that night. I dragged him along to my record store adventure, where I ended up buying the new Explosions In the Sky record for some inspiration. I got really thirsty so we headed off to a local coffee shop to get a vanilla latte where we just so happen to come across an open mic poetry event. My friend also had his notebook with him so he ended up reading some of his stuff to the crowd. I give him props for that...I would never be able to read any of my stuff in front of anyone.
When we got back we were in the an mood so we ended up drinking and recording music, which suprisingly was a very good combination.
Sunday- (rest rest rest rest)
Today-
All I could think of today was how much I dislike philistines, how much these repetitive drone tasks are taking a toll on my mind and the whole "meaning of life" resonating every second I pull the lever, lift a box, put in ink, repeat. By the end up the day I felt pretty fried as I kept being reminded about how great overtime and extra money is.
Friday-
We ended up waking to something quite joyful, or not at all. My cat was sitting on our front porch with a hole in its back. We suspected that our horse accidentally stepped on it. I was pretty scared for it because the last cat that got stepped on we couldn't save, also this was one of my favorite cats. Luckily none of its organs were crushed, but it did end up breaking its pelvis. It should be pretty healed after a month so we have to keep it caged up for awhile. What a relief hearing that was.
Saturday-
I got my electric start put in my car. I didn't get to work. This saddens me so much, because all I want to do with my life is work and rot away. I was asked to come in though. I almost had tears of joy when I had to tell them "sorry...I can't come in...my electric start is being put in my car that day and it will take hours to do."
Towards the end of the day my heavy depression started to kick in when I thought to myself how Sunday will just be me waiting to go in and work another full work. I ended up driving down to Square Records in Akron when one of my friends from around the area asked to do something that night. I dragged him along to my record store adventure, where I ended up buying the new Explosions In the Sky record for some inspiration. I got really thirsty so we headed off to a local coffee shop to get a vanilla latte where we just so happen to come across an open mic poetry event. My friend also had his notebook with him so he ended up reading some of his stuff to the crowd. I give him props for that...I would never be able to read any of my stuff in front of anyone.
When we got back we were in the an mood so we ended up drinking and recording music, which suprisingly was a very good combination.
Sunday- (rest rest rest rest)
Today-
All I could think of today was how much I dislike philistines, how much these repetitive drone tasks are taking a toll on my mind and the whole "meaning of life" resonating every second I pull the lever, lift a box, put in ink, repeat. By the end up the day I felt pretty fried as I kept being reminded about how great overtime and extra money is.
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