I hate this sickness. This inability to go to bed at a normal time. I was doing fine for a couple of days. But here, I'm back again. Posting on Livejournal at 2:30 in the morning. I'll make it end. It's got to. I can't keep doing this to myself. Waking up at noonish is no good. It certainly doesn't help my job hunt. Which will be helped by Kevin getting the CR-V back tomorrow. He trusts me to drive it. Hopefully the accident won't affect the way she drives. I forget the name Kevin and I gave his car.

I just realized that earlier, in clipping my fingernails, I did only three of ten. That's starting to annoy me. I'll have to go back and get the rest before I try to hit the hay. Another hang out opportunity with Riley was missed today. Long story short= I let getting upset over petty shit get in the way of spending time with my son. I hate myself for that. We got some Wing Stop and started Watchmen tonight. Kevin was asleep before the first hour of the movie had passed. I don't blame him. Its not exactly a movie that grabs you and doesn't let you go. Alas, I was neither disappointed nor impressed with it. Same can probably be said for a quick review of G.I. Joe: Rise Of Cobra. It was good in the sense that you gotta walk in knowing its a movie, based on a cartoon, that itself was based on a toy. Lots of "That couldn't happen in real life" moments, but if you're thinkin that while watching it, read the last sentence before this one.

My thoughts are jumbled. My hand isn't exactly steady. Some phone taken shit photography will show you, the reader, what tattoos I got this past weekend. Better ones will come soon. ( Don't hate me for the hearts. )
More thoughts are bound to spill out. Maybe even later "today". I say it that way because a good friend once instilled in me this: "The day isn't over until you've gone to sleep". I think I'll do that shortly.