She's had her moments

I'm back at the museum. I volunteered to work today. Why? Because I need money. I am living paycheck to paycheck again, just like the good ol' days. I'm not quite as bad as Andrew who will write checks three days before he is paid because he has no money in his account, and it takes checks three days to be cleared. But I have each paycheck spent before it's actually in my hands. This weekend when I'm paid, I'm depositing it and treating Sam to a dinner and movie in good ol' Suffolk County, as well as paying my cell phone bill. At the end of the month, I'll be purchasing some much needed clothing, perhaps even some alcohol. After that, I dont have an exact plan, but I'm thinking it will involve a kitten and fifty packs of Wrigley's Spearmint gum. Yeah, that's right, I said it.

So yes. I am at the museum again today. I have two more hours left, and about forty minutes left of battery life with no battery charger. So I will be forced to do actual work, I suppose. Maybe I'll read the bagillion pages I was supposed to have read last week. Maybe I'll start my shitty fucking douche bag paper that's due Wednesday. Maybe I'll just sit here, watch paint dry then go to the gym, bitch about all of the work I have to do and wait until three hours before midnight on Sunday night until I start it. Option three sounds like the ticket to me. I'm in the mood to drink tonight. I want to get shitfaced. But that possibility is slim. I can just stumble around and pretend like I'm drunk, and let people grab my chest and beg to go to McDonald's. Pretending to be drunk tonight would be the funniest thing ever. I think I'll do that. However, I've never been drunk before so I don't how accurate my performance will be tonight. But I've observed some people who can't walk straight, sit up straight, who beg for more drinks and McDonald's, as well as those who go down on bottles. Yup.

This whole blog is pointless. Why did I bother writing it? Why did you bother reading it?

Fuck off.

I was thinking that I might fly today

Just to disprove all the things that you say

It doesn't take a talent to be mean

Your words can crush things that are unseen