Now

Now I'm injured. Stupid job.. I still have to go to work, but due to restrictions from the Dr, and the basic job requirements I'm only allowed to drive a forklift for th other guys working. We don't use the forklift all that much.. I fell asleep twice at work last night, sitting on that forklift. I don't know how long I slept for each time, but this morning I feel well rested instead of ready for bed as usual. I did at least drive for a total of 30 minutes throughout the 8 hour night, but unfortunately my back hurt the whole time. I'm sure they don't want to set a precedent by letting someone injured (at work) not come to work.. But really this sucks..
Laters..

Today

I'm disgusted by my excess. sometime my own habits bring me to the point of no rational recovery. Almost 2 in the afternoon and i wish I was sleeping, but I took a day off which means I'm screwed tonight. I will wish I got more sleep, but unfortunate for me my body only recognises sleep during the week.. On weekends I revert to a first shift perspective and I never sleep enough to work nights.

Gingerbread man.

The story was so cool about the gingerbread man. He was fast and uncatchable. He could taunt his pursuers as he skipped gaily between their fingers. Unfortunately in the real world I an the gingerbread man. Truth is he's very fragile. Every errant bend could result in fracture. Bending over to stretch before working can result in a deep fissure. Trying to hold the shards together with stomach and back muscles only works sometimes. So here I am. Another day off work because my back hurts too much to consider even walking around. I know I need a different job. Even the easy tasks are complicated by my fragility. I'm taking heat from home, she doesn't like seeing me in pain, even though she rubs it in my face every day I spend lying flat out on the living room floor, trying not to move. Took the night off, tomorrow will be trying to find a new job. Post haste. If it's spelled wrong, too bad. I'm drunk, on vicodin, and still it hurts to move....

Hmm

Rappers who sing (rap)
about how much money thay make rapping, are worse than misers masturbating over their savings account balances.

Plea to the world media..

Do not show the Saddam Hussein execution on the TV, or internet.. It will hurt the people who watch it more than it will hurt Hussein. My opinion. Live with it. All you voyeurs get a life!

Ferris wheels.

Oh I want to ride on the Ferris wheel going up, up, up before we hit the deep. No one has the answers, though everyone is looking makes sense to look from high, but it only shows the ruin
when you're down you feel about 10 feet deep, and the sky spreads out above you like a mockery wanna ride on that wheel with the rest of the sheep,although it goes nowhere, we never stop moving though it never goes anywhere we still keep hoping
Gonna ride that wheel, going bleat bleat bleat.
I know it's not better being one of the sheep, but the wolves always hunger and the cows always slumber, if the sheep have hope I want to ride with them a little.
I can see through the facade though I wish that I couldn't, truth is I'm not a wolf nor an ewe nor a villain
Coyotes gotta feed and the scraps are better than starving, my cynical veils may seem quite alarming. That Ferris wheel keeps a-turning like lamb rotisserie makes my mouth water, like my eyes like my heart. We're all food I say, and try to turn an Eye. But my chest shudders as I turn away. Sometimes carnival rides make me sick.