Break your Heart

Time is now 9:42. I just got home from work.
I'm mentally exhausted and I have dishpan hands from the insane fuckload of cups I had to wash tonight.

I really wanted to get some sewing done tonight. But theres no way. I cant even put thoughts together for this blog let alone cut something accuratly.

I will just fix, uh.. something. probably a frozen burrito or maybe just a pb&j cause thats all I have left here. I never no what to buy at the store cause I'm usually to damn tired when I get home to fix anything thats substantial. No wonder why I'm always feeling so tired. I havent had a real meal since the friday before my birthday when I went out to dinner with the boys. I should of picked up a subway sandwich on teh way home, but i was to tired to cross the street again.

Today was just long. it was a decent day. Nothing to write home about mind you.
I thought about Glenn a lot today. Ok I thought about him more than normal today.
I showed my coworkers some pictures of past burning mans today. Some got it some didnt get it at all. "So is that the artist who was showing that year" Uh.. what?

I might even fix myself a drink.
I'm so tempted to go down to the old P and get a beverage and some happy horu food. But I'm going to the pub crawl tomorrow night and thats going to be my going out budget right there.

One thing I noticed about me recently. IS that when I'm walking around I hold my head higher. I walk with spirit and a purpose and not trying to hide my face from the world. Just walking around in the world proudly. I feel good. Tired, but good.