I Lost It

Once again, I fell asleep while writing a diary entry and lost it. It was probably best because the entry wasn’t that encouraging. It was mostly whining about this long and hard life, the financial struggle, being “old” and tired, and wanting to be out of this rotten world system and in “Abraham’s Bosom” or wherever, lol. I don’t think the site needed a whole page of that since it already knows where I stand. This world needs new management ASAP.

The scratch-offs threw me a bone yesterday. I usually buy two or three of them whenever I come across a rare occasion when someone gives me a handful of George Washingtons. Welp, yesterday one coughed something up, but it was only enough to give me a slight break. So, I just got to come home from slaving a couple hours early. That’s all. It’s not like it threw me enough to pay my debts and purchase a house or anything.

That’s about it. Nothing good or bad happened. It was just a day, and I was calm for the most part. I focused on one thing at a time and tried not to get too caught up in all the constant opposition.

I opened my eyes this morning and was here again. Sooo yeah.

*Slaving: Putting in a large number of hours and/or hard work that contributes to making another party rich but keeps you broke and/or always needing more. Applies to both jobs and gigs and could also mean dogging the sh*t out of your personal equipment if not your own body and mind. Could also mean working just to end up with negative income on a daily basis.*