Till then I'm living with hope...

New Layout. Mostly just changed the background and the colors. But, I likes it.

The weather today is kind of crappy. I like it. It matches my mood. It's all grey and cold and wet. Not that I'm wet, nor grey for that matter, but you get the idea. It's that time of the month again - no, not that time, because that would be wierd. No, it's the time where I start worrying about whether or not I'll be able to make it through the month without having to wh0re myself out to pay rent and bills. Rent is taken care of, but the bills...that's another story. I have enough to pay either my credit card bill, or my cell phone & electiricty of bills. And since I didn't pay the electric last month, I'm thinking I should do that this month. Hmm. Maybe I'll get lucky and tomorrow I'll make a shitton of money and all my money problems will go away.

Although, I do have to say one thing more about it. Last night, Matt brought the new guy he's dating into Gentry, and I waited on them so Matt could introduce us. The guy paid for their drinks with a $100 bill, and gave me a $.50 tip. $0.50. I was not amused. And I told Matt as such as they were leaving. I'm a strong strong believer in that people show their character by how they tip and/or treat servers. It comes from working in the industry for (eeghads!) 6 years. And this guy - is not good. But whatever; Matt doesn't take my advice on guys.

I think I might have to go out for a drink tonight, but I'm not sure. Don't really feel like dealing with a few people should I happen to run into them. But then again, who says I have to deal with them? We're all adults. *shrugs*

Need to run - got tons of crap to do, and no time to do it in. Weekend's already over half-gone, and I haven't gotten any of the work done I need to. *sigh* 126 days.

Only smoke and ashes, baby

Well, I got the dishes done, after two weeks of eating with plastic forks of paper napkins. And read one of my five articles for Intro, due tuesday. Haven't even opened a book or pretended to clean the apartment (as in, move stuff around). Mostly just been sitting here, listlessly cruising the net.

Got a call from Food for Thought, the first catering company I worked for. Haven't heard from them since Thanksgiving. Sue, who's working in staffing now, wanted to know if everything was okay because no one's heard from me. I filled her in on the B.J. situation. She sounded suprised, because all of the supervisors love me (well, except maybe one), and so do the higher-ups. She's going to look into it, but she pretty much said she'd make sure they start calling me for work. She gave me 4 days in May. At this point in the game, I really don't care all that much, but I guess it was kind of nice to know someone thought about me.

I think I'm going to make something to eat, and watch Sleeping Beauty. Maybe it'll make me feel a little better. I've been in a funk all afternoon, and I can't shake it. I'm definetely going out tonight. I really shouldn't spend the money, because it's bad enough to be at the point of "Do I want to eat for the rest of the month, or do I want to drink for one night?". But, I don't care. I just don't. Fuck it.

All of it.