Reading harold_maude's journal

I hate nights like this. Where I'm so exausted but end up waking up because my dreams are too loud.

I hope the next couple of days that I have off are better.
I said something last night that I wish I haddn't.
It was an absent minded comment about something someone was wearing as part of their costume.
From what came out of my mouth, they thought I found it something I liked.
I didn't. I didn't tell them that I thought their costume sucked and it was in bad taste.

It really did. I like halloween in some aspects. I like the idea of costumes and dressing up. But there are some aspects of how far people will go that I don't like.
But I don't have to live in their shoes.
I'm very thankful for that.

I'm thinking I should go upstairs and paint for a while.
I have to get up early and take kevin into work. I know I'm not gonna get any more sleep tonight, and I have a feeling the next two days off are gonna be shitty because of it.

Oh well. That's life I guess. Chunks of time that feel like shit and all I wanna do is go on a very long vacation.

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.