Two nights ago, at work, some people came in around five minutes after we closed and ate. I wasn't very happy, but they were a nice bunch, and aside from leaving me a nice tip, they let me join them on an escapade to Wal-mart. Katie, Joe, and Chris are their names. They were... how do you say, different? They had a nice positive outlook on life, and I was almost amazed by their energy. When did I get to be so callous? They are freshmen at one of the local universities; at the particular one I happen to teach a class at. Well, I am not the actual teacher, but I do teach, and it is a class at that university, so I am a teacher there.
But that night, my body decided that it wanted to get sick. I don't know why, actually, but even though I got around seven hours of sleep, I was exhausted, and by the end of the day on Saturday I was ready to collapse. My body is now fighting sickness and fatigue, but I don't think it helped any that I went out and partied a little last night. It was the first time I had a drink or a smoke in a while, and it was relaxing. Those are things I quit due mostly to lack of funds, and stupidity, and last night in no way will lead back into it. The main reason I did that is because my friend is moving to Spain for a semester, and we were throwing her a going away party; of course I love to support. She wants me to go visit her in Madrid for Christmas, but we'll see how that turns out.
Matt and Jon were in town this weekend. I miss them both so dearly, and I wish I could be with them more often -- they've been the among most regular humans to have walked into my life, and those I can count on my hands alone. Matt gave me a hug and told me to call him; he apologized because he had to run, but he told me he loved me and missed me. Jon is with his family, and I'm going to try and stop by before I go to work so I can see him before he goes out again. I'm planning on going to Dallas for his 21st birthday.
In the tradition of reporting events and concepts found here in this particular post, I'd like to tell you that I am hating my job, and I'm wanting to quit. I'm so worn out, though, and I've not the energy to go on serving elsewhere -- but where else would I find the money I need? I'm burntout, and interestingly enough, I'm never too far away from the edge to be brought back; in the same thought, I'm never too far away from the edge to be kept from falling off it.
Stir that in your minds.
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