My Life and a Bush of Ghosts

OK, so Roswell kicked over an entire tray of mini screwdrivers today.

That was the begininng of my day. And that wa at 4 am which will make anyone happy.

Then there was the calls from Fortress, who I used to work for.... looking for information that I told them I would no longer give for free since they sent me free.

I''m going to walk to Taco Bell and eat,which is suicide in a bag, and then go back back to fucking with Windows. Fun huh ?

Glad you think so, persoanally I'm finding it to be hell.

I have to find a life. ANd this ain't it, but neither is New England. so herer I sit on a PC, trying my hardest not to cringe at every keystroke.

My eyes burn,my head hurts, why can'tI just lie down and die ?

This is isimply torture. I should just go back to drinking. at least then I'd have an excuse.

I'm sick of this shit, plain and simple, and will soon lose my mind.

I'm amazed I haven't yet, but there is some sort of force that keeps metrue, which is wierd, even to me.

H