Roller Coaster
It's Friday night and I'm at home, yes my real home, no I'm not at the races or my pad at the office. Kinda depressing in a way as it's raining and only about 50. I know it's just a race, but really it's more than just the racing- it's being around people you enjoying being around and it's a few hours that takes your mind off the daily grind.
It doesn't help matters that the rest of the weekend is a washout probably everywhere. It will be up early to send the cancellation press release. I hate those. Then what? Idk. I was hoping to go to Lincoln, but looking at the radar right now, I can't imagine even them being able to race.
Maybe I can see Ashley, it's been a week tonight since I've saw her. I know she's had a bad week. From her time of the month, to working four days, to seeing someone she knows have a mini-stroke and calling the ambulance in front of her at work, to Kayla's big mouth. Why do people try make other people's lives their business? I believe it's jealousy- one of the worst sins that can take over one's life.
I try and try to figure Ash out but I just struggle. She's so hot and cold, but it's a typical situation I'd be in. I'd do anything for that girl. I love her to death.
I kept pretty busy at work today, although it was primarily beacuse MB wasn't there and I did both jobs. I missed her. Her, Ed, and Doug are like my new family and provide a much-needed fellowship. They really keep me going as I think I'd be going insane otherwise. I was on a high for awhile, then it went away quickly.
I slept for an hour at the office and stopped and picked up my check at Ruth's. Tonight's supper was a mayo-soaked Italian sub from Pizza Joe's in New Wilmington. For some reason anymore I've lost my appetite. I used to be able to eat with the best of them, now I can barely get down a meal. I think most times I'm hungrier at lunch than supper.
I didn't get the call I wanted. Oh I got one alright from Mr. Lou, who was sitting at the Italian Takeout getting a stupid piece of pizza. He called me right when I was turning onto Evergreen Rd.
I got caught up on my mail at home. Wasn't too much. Read three racing mags. Not much new there.
I'm dreading even going to sleep. I'm not real tired. I know I'll be up early and it's going to be a long, miserable weekend. I know that's terrible to say, but I really have to figure things out. I just can't stand to have nothing to do. Sometimes I wish I could be a bear and just hibernate.
Guess that's it. Idk.
Peace. :(
It doesn't help matters that the rest of the weekend is a washout probably everywhere. It will be up early to send the cancellation press release. I hate those. Then what? Idk. I was hoping to go to Lincoln, but looking at the radar right now, I can't imagine even them being able to race.
Maybe I can see Ashley, it's been a week tonight since I've saw her. I know she's had a bad week. From her time of the month, to working four days, to seeing someone she knows have a mini-stroke and calling the ambulance in front of her at work, to Kayla's big mouth. Why do people try make other people's lives their business? I believe it's jealousy- one of the worst sins that can take over one's life.
I try and try to figure Ash out but I just struggle. She's so hot and cold, but it's a typical situation I'd be in. I'd do anything for that girl. I love her to death.
I kept pretty busy at work today, although it was primarily beacuse MB wasn't there and I did both jobs. I missed her. Her, Ed, and Doug are like my new family and provide a much-needed fellowship. They really keep me going as I think I'd be going insane otherwise. I was on a high for awhile, then it went away quickly.
I slept for an hour at the office and stopped and picked up my check at Ruth's. Tonight's supper was a mayo-soaked Italian sub from Pizza Joe's in New Wilmington. For some reason anymore I've lost my appetite. I used to be able to eat with the best of them, now I can barely get down a meal. I think most times I'm hungrier at lunch than supper.
I didn't get the call I wanted. Oh I got one alright from Mr. Lou, who was sitting at the Italian Takeout getting a stupid piece of pizza. He called me right when I was turning onto Evergreen Rd.
I got caught up on my mail at home. Wasn't too much. Read three racing mags. Not much new there.
I'm dreading even going to sleep. I'm not real tired. I know I'll be up early and it's going to be a long, miserable weekend. I know that's terrible to say, but I really have to figure things out. I just can't stand to have nothing to do. Sometimes I wish I could be a bear and just hibernate.
Guess that's it. Idk.
Peace. :(
posted by Mike Leone at 11:40 PM
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