Aside from sleeping on the floor at the one persons home who will keep my old ass no matter what (unless there’s someone coming over with a lot of weed lol), I’m good.

the weeks following the separation from work and home have been less entertaining but always an eye opener for the days to come. I am glad I am sober and I think it will stay that way. but whats next?

I have so many ideas but they all require more money than I have. I wish I didn’t have to quit this last job but I cant get to and from there without consistently being tardy. I did have a nice interview today but his excuse is that they’re not hiring till after Xmas, bummer because its a real job with real responsibilities …not like the jobs I’ve held in the past.

sigh

I don’t know why I’m telling you this, you’ll never know me but I am compelled to tell this story for better or worse. I’m not really in the mood to write, so this is more for my entertainment; maybe this is just to relearn the rules of writing and the hopes of actually composing something worth reading.

Goodnight world.

Michael

The Spirit move you