Plunge.....

(Sunday, February 27, 2005 11:08 PM)

So I quit my job. I quit my soul-and-wallet-sucking sales job. I'm really happy about that. I should've done it a very long time ago. "Comfortable Rut" as Brian so eloquently put it.

That isn't the "plunge" I'm suggesting. I'm starting a new/old job. I went back to what I did before sales. Driving a delivery truck. For a lot of money. From 9pm to 5am.

Now I have to sit here and stay awake. All night long. To force myself back into that unnatural cycle of working at night and sleeping during the day. And my girl's simultaneously moving into her own place now. She works during daylight hours. I mean,...dammit she snores and hogs the fucking bed, but no one to sleep with and wake up with and eat breakfast with? She's warm and beautiful and mine. We're not going to spend nights together at all now, not even in the same bad, much less the same place. And I'm sitting here awake,....forceably so, drinking coffee, just wanting to go to bed with her.

366 days.
Remember I used beg & plead for you to simply stay the night? It was so important to me just to wake up next to you.

So I'll make money. A good shit's worth. And bask in the warmth of treeless concrete landscapes, empty parking lots with empty 40's and emptied-out blunt tobacco, permanent oil stains coated in kitty litter, diesel fumes, and crackhead-antics. And an empty bed with sunlight bursting in and around the corners of black mini-blinds and those dark green curtains you hate.

And then I'm off......