Another day...time to make another dollar.

My hours have dropped a bit at work, and they're all over the place, allowing me some large chunks of free time. Two days off within three days has been quite unusual for me.

Yesterday was another day off...and after gathering some suggestions on what to do with my day, I decided to see where the road would take me. I didn't have a dollar in my wallet since Brian borrowed some for gas, and I put the rest in my own gas tank. When I was in a half-asleep state as Brian left for work, he told me to could come down and visit him at work to get some money for the road. I didn't want to ask for money so I scoured the house here for loose change, and once I aquired a good seven dollars or so I packed up my messenger bag and hit the road. I had so much fun yesterday I'd go again today if I didn't have to go to work.

I'll scan my blue book with the notes from my trip eventually.

It looks like it's a sunny day outside. I should go take a walk...or do something before I have to head off to work. I had something profound I wanted to say, but I can't remember what it was now. Probally some random bitching that no one wants to hear anyway.

End transmission.

I didn't plan to be up so early this morning.

I was having a wonderfully groggy wake-up, cozied up to Brian, slowly waking up when there was a knock at the door. (and the door opened.) Nothing like seeing your ex first thing in the morning while in your current boyfriend's arms in a state of undress. Brendan asked if either one of us were going still be at home at nine this morning for the chimney cleaner. I grunted and rolled over as an affirmative reply. Brian meanwhile got up and took his morning shower while I rolled over for another spot of sleep since it is my day off. He runs out the door as I mention I'll try to stop by with a sandwich or something later.

I lay there on the floor, the room is still toasty warm. I am lulled back to sleep on my fleece stuffed Pikachu. The doorbell rings.

I spring up, clad only in a rhinestone studded collar and Badtz Maru panties. I glance at the clock, it's only quarter to nine. I look around for clothes in a panic, I tossed all mine in the wash and most of my clothes are in the closet outside in the hall. I grab Brian's clothes and rush down to greet the chimney cleaner.

"Hello!" He says in a chipper manner. "How are you doing this morning?"
"tired..." I reply groggily, and wipe the sleep from my eyes.

So now I'm awake, dressed (this outfit isn't so bad, but I'll change before I go out.) and don't have much to do now. I think I'll go out, maybe hit the beach, take some photos. Speaking of which, I've posted some of my photography on my site, under the Bonus Stage section. Now that Brian's working at Ridgefield Photo again I'll probally be taking more pictures.

So I hit the road once again...

I haven't had a chance to sit down and...well...do what it is that I do.

It's been a few days since I've come home from a week's holiday to bright and sunny Florida. It was as much fun as I could possibly have with my mother. I barely have a tan...I'm still geek-white, only with a few more freckles and some crazy Norweigian candy bars with names like KVIKK LUNSJ.

Things are going to be changing at a rapid pace here...It's been taking up much of my mind space as of late, and making me slightly cranky. Things *will* be better, as Brian keeps reminding me. It's a lot of change for me, and a great deal of new responsibility, but in the end it *will* be better. I won't be the dependant creature that I am now. I won't have to live in this tiny half of a room.

I would take a shower right now, but the curtains are in the dryer right now.

My neck cramps. I slept hard.

I need to get out of here. I need to get the energy to do something about it than just sit and whine. It's not like I have the means to up and leave right now, because if I could, I would. Pack up my car with everything taht I could possibly fit, armfuls of clothes from the closet, piles of books, boxes, bags...whatever I could move as fast as I could. I want to be somewhere where I have some control over something. I feel like a dependant child, only with a large bill for rent. I'm begining to wonder what was worse, living at home or living here. I'm given some freedoms here, but they're not much. Sure. It would be easy to try to talk to B and see how this situation coul be made better, but he has the attitude that it's his place and he can do what he wants.

I think he also likes the idea that he owns my ass.

Last year...he did. I barely questioned anything he said or did just to keep everything even. We both walked on eggshells around each other. I'm still walking on those same delicate shells...and I need to get out. Looks like I'm going to work early again today...