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I just wrote what is possibly the longest rant in the history of my livejournal. It wasn't necessarily a rant though. Just something I needed to get off of my chest. It took nearly an hour to write it all, almost nonstop. Now I want to go upstairs and curl up with my Series of Unfortunate Events and spend tomorrow dreading returning to work on Wednesday morning.

The only good thing in my life anymore? Watching LOST. Pathetic, isn't it? Sometimes work is an escape. Especially when I close. It saddens me that work has become an escape. That I don't MIND working anymore. That I might possibly want to work more. Okay, that's not true. I DON'T want to work more. Sunday I saw Barry again for the first time in over a month. He's a friend of mine who works in the electrical department. He used to work every weekend, now he just works four hours on Sunday nights so I haven't seen him in ages. It was good to see him again, but very... nothing special. Don't get me wrong, I don't like him like that, ew! He's, like, 45 with about 10 kids and married and stuff. Ewewew! He's just one of the guys I like kidding around with. Bruce in plumbing and Mike in hardware are other examples. I don't know where I'm going with this, really. I saw Barry again after an age and a half. The end. gonk