I had a hard time finding out when work starts today. but I did. And I have to leave the house in like an hour or so. That sucks, it really does.
Sometimes I wish I was a weaker person. Addicted to something like alcohol or cocaine. Maybe even just a nympho. Though I'm not addicted to anything. Except maybe chocolate. And that is a dangerous addiction.
Porridge for dinner today. Yay! Can't wait, even now. It will be hours before dinner though, I'll have to wait until I get home at about nine o'clock. Just thinking about it makes me want to yawn.
As the days go by I find less and less meaning in life, which is scary. I don't want to die, no, but I just realized I don't have anything to look forward to. Nada. I always have to have something to look forward to, but now a new job is all I hope for at the moment.