I'm angry at the world. More specifically two people. Fucking kids fucking up my good feelings. I'm tempted to take tomorrow and the next day off of work, which would then include my weekend. Four days, two of which I would love to spend in Cedar, but I think Tori would be too busy to babysit me for so long; she's about all I have up there. Unless I find Josh and spend a night in his van, unless he's abandoned that idea.

I have a feeling these next two weeks are going to be long ones. If I'm able I would like to relocate to Cedar City and call that my home until I remove myself from this horrible fucking State. I would try and make a move this weekend or next but, it's obligatory for me to stay here until the end. Even if my emotions can't stand it any longer. It's fun, but it kills me witnessing certain shit that goes down. It makes me sad, it makes me lonely, it makes me believe that I truly am a huge fucking loser--I tend to cry sporadically in my car on the way to and from work. It also seems to have made me stop eating...

listening to: The Mountain Goats
reading: Rainbows End, by Vernor Vinge