whiski_sour | Steady...steady

Okay, it appears that my computer might be fixed. I use the word "might" because Gringo has a habit of luring me into a false sense of security before slamming me again.

I'm supposed to take Hammie to Walker's birthday party tomorrow. I don't know if I'm gonna make it. It's a lot of driving, plus dealing with the kid and I dunno if I'm going to be up for it. I'm draggin' ass.

I know, I've been complaining about being tired all week. And, I know what you're saying. "Get some sleep dumbass!" Unfortunately, it's not that simple. If it was, trust me, I'd feel better by now. It's stupid, but I'm really dependent on a regular schedule. It's one of those things that keeps me sane. And, when I fuck it up badly enough, it takes days, sometimes a week or more, to get it straight so I'm not feeling like someone whacked me in the face with a rolling pin and then used it to iron out the lumps.

And, I still feel like I'm behind on everything. I probably am. Everytime I go to catch up on something, I suddenly find myself wading through a dense fog and can't concentrate on what I'm doing. It's like the laziness has condensed and is fogging up the windows of my brain and my fucking defroster doesn't work. Sometimes, it just sucks to be me.

Damn this was a whiny post. Hopefully, tomorrow will be better, yeah?