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So once again my messed up sleeping habits strike. I got home from work yesterday at 8:30am as always. I layed down around 10am. Woke up at 2PM. I layed down last night at 11PM and woke up at 2AM. I didn't get to sleep until 7AM and just woke up a few minutes ago.
Despite all of this I'm awake-ish. I really don't want to be around the house. So I'm sitting here trying to figure out what I want to do, not that I have any ideas.
I've been thinking lately and came to a odd realization. Despite barely making enough to survive. Despite living in the middle of nowhere. Despite never getting out. Despite all of the negatives I ever bitch about. There is a part of me that enjoys my life. Enjoys the fact I only work two days a week, even if it means I can only make enough to just get by. I have no idea what this means. I'm not sure I'd be able to handle working full time. Working five days a week might be tough for me. I'm really a little thrown off by this realization.
Despite all of this I'm awake-ish. I really don't want to be around the house. So I'm sitting here trying to figure out what I want to do, not that I have any ideas.
I've been thinking lately and came to a odd realization. Despite barely making enough to survive. Despite living in the middle of nowhere. Despite never getting out. Despite all of the negatives I ever bitch about. There is a part of me that enjoys my life. Enjoys the fact I only work two days a week, even if it means I can only make enough to just get by. I have no idea what this means. I'm not sure I'd be able to handle working full time. Working five days a week might be tough for me. I'm really a little thrown off by this realization.
