Sam Cooke Say's It All...

"Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody..."

I realize its only Friday, but damned if it won't be just like this tomorrow. I'm just good and miserable. "Here it is another weekend, and I ain't got nobody, man if I was back home I'd be swingin two chicks on my arms." I have been here, what, five days? Yup. Nothing to do. I hang out with my parents, and don't tell me that isn't just a little depressing...

So the big dilemma really is my dissatisfaction with my surroundings, or perhaps my lack of wise time usage. Well, I am working just as much as I can, since my old man is my boss now, and when he says do something I do it. This week, so far, the only work I've had to do is on the pond in our yard. You can imagine my excitement. All the rest of the time I have been unpacking my stuff, which is infinitely less exciting than packing it up to be moved. There's something nice about seeing all that useless shit you own being condensed into uniform shapes of brown boxes sitting on the floor. Actually, all this moving has made me realize how much useless crap I own in the first place, and what NOT to take next time around.

So, lest to say, I am B O R E D. I am sitting here, Friday night, writing in my online blog, a thing generally used for the purpose of telling stories of experiences, not necessarily documenting the absence of experience. The only thing I can look forward to tonight: smoking cigarettes outside in the warm spring evening, talking to myself; trying to talk myself into sticking around, because if in only five days I feel this bored already I am weary of the next six to eight months. My foresight reads into it being some sort of self-inflicted prison sentence where after my eight months at Joplin Correctional Facility, in the work program, I come out with a few grand and a new motorcycle. I suppose it wouldn't be a bad prison time served if everybody came out that way.

Shit ya'll, I have nothing more, fucking help a fella out, would ya.

-C