Da da doom da doom dada
Went to Pasadena and Long Beach this past weekend. Hung out with crazy ass Greg (that's another entry in itself). I also saw Amber off before she went off to Australia. Pasadena is the land of the Prius', by the way. Sheesh, there's one on every block. I actually took a picture of a pub with 3 Prius automobiles in front.
It made me giggle.
Ugh, I haven't been sleeping well. It's weird. Last night, for example I was watching LA Confidential and I was actually falling asleep, so I turn the movie off and go to bed.
Even though I was tired, I continued to wake up every hour. It has been exactly like this for the last month.
This past month I have been feeling like complete and utter dog shit emotionally, physically, and mentally. I'm tired all the time. Its too much, too much.
Because of all the negative things I'm going through (with not getting my dream job, the icing on the fecal cake) I have felt like total ass (in addition to the aforementioned dog shit). Honestly, I do not think that I have felt this bad all the way around since Mom passed away. I have always been tenacious with my professional life. I have always had that. I guess I thought that if my relationship life did not work out, that at least I would always have that. Now I have neither.
Currently,there is nothing on the horizon. Nothing to look forward to. The bottom dropped out. I actually feel like I am living someone else's life. This doesn't feel right. It doesn't feel right at all.
Literally, none of this was supposed to happen. It's not meant to be like this.