mood: tired
listening to: Ceiling fan go round and round and rou...ut-ooh, motion sickness!
watching: ...water drains. Why must everything go round and rou..oh shit!

So, being insanely bored and having the headache to go with it, I'm quite excited about a new blog. New beginnings, all that junk. It fits so well though. The new beginnings cliche, that is. I'm so sick of moving that I vow this is the last town/city/bump on the road. Last for a long time at least. There's nothing more stressing than relocating. I'm fed up with it! This time...this time should be different. Family is involved. More so than they ever have been.

I'm driving. Literally, as of today, I am driving. My laziness and lack of support has kept me on the sidewalks till today! And, the best part is, I haven't crashed! No one has been injured, or, more likely with my luck, killed!

This not having a job thing is getting old. First, let's get the new house in order. Then, let's wait till the idiot can pass a drug test--not that I'm into that scene, but guess what? I got high and no one died. The end. Period, dot. It certainly hasn't helped in my finding employment, though. That all changes next week, we hope. Indiana's in a state of recession, along with the rest of the free world. Layoffs and downsizing will be this town's demise.

Having the brothers wake me up last night wasn't on my favorite agenda. Even with one 30 miles away, I'd swear they're plotting. Who calls at 1am? Really now, just who does that? Oh, wait, I do it to my friends all the time. Although I don't run across their floors like hearding elephants. (I've claimed the basement as mine, and even walking normally upstairs is a health hazard to those below, let alone running for the phone.)

Aspirin, my friend, where art though? ::drifts...::

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