Current mood:

blah

You're never there....
I'm annoyed that I am never home.

I leave for work at 11:24am, it takes me 45 minutes to get to Berkeley through the hills, c/o the 7 bus. Than I have about 40 minutes to eat and use the internet. I start work at 1:00pm. I work until 10:00, by that time, everything is closed, all my fogie friends are tired and I decide to go home. Bart runs less after 9 or something, so I often have to wait 20 minutes for my bart train. I get home at about 10:30-ish, than I have the 20 minute walk home, I usually wait for the bus though. Long story short, I usually get home between 10:45-10:55. By this time I am tired from a long days work and lots of commuting.

I usually go to bed right away, and sleep in until 9:30, I than have less than 2 hours to get shit done before I go to work again. That includes cleaning, grocery shopping, feeding my babies, and sometimes if I'm feeling selfish I will play drums for 20 minutes. Usually I don't even have time to shower.

Repeate this cycle Tuesday through Thursday. Than Friday I work at 8:00am in the morning. The 7 bus doesn't run early enough so I have to leave home atleast an hour early to get to work on time. So obviously, Thursday nights are ruff, work late...than work early. Than Saturday I work early again as well.

Than, my weekend...
Saturday evening always seems to be packed hard, only problem is I'm exhausted from work. I usually start my weekend, Sunday and Monday, waking up with a hang over. Sundays I generally go to San Francisco, down town and the Piers...in which I get drunk again and marvel at the beauty of life. Mondays the day I buckle down and get shit done, grocery shopping and therapy. My friends all work Mondays and can't even do anything in the evenings. So Mondays are generally dull.

There you have it ladies and gentlemen...my week.

I am almost never home, and it's getting on my nerves!! Yet when I'm home, I have time to think and confront, and I get anxious.

As weird as things are, I feel like karma is finally smiling down upon me.When I was in SF last weekend, I got trashed and went to the wax museum, I talked to the wax models. I was there late, so I had the place to myself. I danced around and touched the models, strangely, no alarms went off. I read every plaque, and either gave the finger or a thumbs up to everything. I than proceeded to the beach at Ghiradelli where I danced in the cold bay sand, no cops bothered me. I danced with no inhibitions with the huge bright Ghiradelli sign behind me, I even collected some of the sand in a little drug bag. After that I went to Ghiradelli square and had myself a huge cookie Sunday. That day I purposefully planned to be full of decadence. I watched the street performers, walked along the beach, bought myself delicious food and a gargantuate dragon puppet named Scotty French.

Point of my rant, I want to live every day like that. A stuffed animal in one hand, cotton candy in the other....the scent of a cosmo on my breath, no need for a CD player, life provides me a sound track. I love making kids laugh and smile. It's become a tradition to go to SF with my Chewbacca back pack. I like little kids coming up to me asking if they can "pet my monkey."

This weekend is packed, no holding back.