Missing

I just crawled out of the bed with a pounding headache, fully dressed minus the underwear. Hey, at least it was my bed. Now let's go get some hair of the dog.

Barry Still the Prick

Speaking of work. I have to work Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights again this week. I hate Barry. I'm going out. Vodka is calling me.

Hatin Da Angry White Boyz

Can somebody puh-leeeze explain Limp Bizkit to me? No, not the band, the fans. These morons see a video and want the damn album. Now. Whether it's out or not. If I have to try to speak English in one syllable words that it-is-not-out-yet to one more white wanna be rapper I will strangle them. I don't care what MTV says. We don't have it. NOBODY has it. Buy a vowel, assholes.

Have I mentioned how much I enjoy working in a record store?

And people wonder why I drink.

Nothing.

I'm not awake early, I haven't gone to bed yet. I've come to a conclusion: I've seen everything good there is to see on the internet. Everything else now is just junk, although that junk is much funnier after a few vodka shots.

It's too early.

OK yesterday I was up bright and early for a very good reason, even though it turned out to be a complete and utter waste of time. But today is just too much. I have nothing to do, abso-fucking-lutely nothing, so there is no reason for me to be awake at this time. That's why people invented sleep--it's something to do between things to do. And seeing as I have nothing to do until 5 pm, I should be asleep. Noooo, my stupid body tells me to stay awake. So I guess I'll just sit here and stare at the ceiling.

Harry Potter

Took the train to see Natalie this morning. She either wasn't home or didn't answer the door. Bitch.

Feeling real lonely today.

Almost wish I had to work today. It was a busy weekend at the store though. We sold that Quicksilver Messager Service album Barry said had been in the store since he opened decades ago. The guy who bought it smelled like pickles. It was really pungent like maybe he had pickles in his pockets or something.

Maybe I'll call Thawanda and see what she's up to. We worked together Saturday and had talked about hitting bars afterward. I don't remember if we actually did or not. Maybe she knows. These blackouts are starting worry me.

I saw a guy on the train this morning that looked just like Harry Potter. No kidding he had the black mussed up hair and the round glasses. I said "Hey dude, you look just like Harry Potter." He ignored me and moved to a seat up the car. Maybe he thought I was trying to pick him up.

It got me thinking about Harry Potter. I mean here's this kid whose home life is such shit he looks forward to school of all places! His aunt, uncle and cousin treat him horribly and he like only has two friends. This kid is a mess.

And he won't even talk to me.

Damn. I'm feeling really lonely today.

Another Sunday Morning

Woke up in the street this morning. I suppose I was okay. I think I wet myself though. I wish I knew what I did last night after work. Oh well.