Black bird.

I need to get out of here.


Tuesday doesn't feel soon enough.



I'm being really shitty today. I don't want to work tonight.

I'm being really shitty.




I need to make things happen.
I need to regain passion.
I need to get my gameplan. Even if it's temporary.

I need to get out of here.



I need to buck up, a fuckin' lot.

I just continuously worry that if I use past forms of assured good-times, then I'll regret it sooner than I need to.

That I'll be backtracking.




At LEAST I can still say no to alcohol.

And I won't be backing down on that for another 7 months at least.




Deep breath.
Today's ungood.

I don't like today.

Fuck today.