so here we are again, same old argument...

I just had to take a quote from a good charlotte song for my title. It seemed like a great idea.

By the way the song is called say anything, for those of you who still aren't quite getting it.

So anyways, i know i haven't posted myself in like a month or so. Just for the record those last two posts are not from me, they are WAY too funny!! They are from the great and powerful lindsay. She knows my password and i am far too lazy to change it.

I guess that kinda demystifies the whole thing doesn't it?

anyways, i am back home in orfordville now, and all i gotta say is this is no fun. None of my friends are here, but that doesnt' matter cause i never have time to hang out with anyone anyways cause i work all the time. I have been a real asshat lately, but it realy isnt' all my fault i am just super stressed out.

My memory is completely gone, i can't remember what happened 5 minutes ago anymore, i forget when i call people, or ask them questions, or answer questions, or other incredibly random things. the problem is, is now i am forgetting important work type things. I am snapping on everybody. I have apologized to the world, but it isn't getting better. The smallest things just set me off.

On top of all of that i have been fighting off the super depression. You know, the one where for no reason just before you go to sleep you feel like you wanna cry your eyes out, but you can't place your finger on the reason for it. yeah one of those. I would really like it if that whole thing would stop now. I know a large part of it stems from my interaction, or lack there of, with my friends. It isnt' their fault, people try to talk to me, but for some reason i never want to talk to them. All i wanna do is work and go home and do it all over again the next day. That is definetly not healthy, considering that now i am working 70 hours a week. It is killing me.

It turns out too, that the other guy i work with, the only other one who can really open or close the store is probably quitting cause he can't get insurance through the company. that's right folks, that means in theory i could be working over 100 hours in a week. all on salary. no wonder i am so depressed and stressed out.

I still can't really sleep, if you can't tell by the time stamp in this post, i am posting after midnight when i have to be to work by 9.

well at least i am eating better, and sleeping on a real bed. That should make a difference.

I just want to explode, then maybe i could take a day off.

well here is some good news though, i am pretty sure i am going to see the lion king with the beautiful lindsay eckert. She is getting me tickets for a birthday present. She rocks the house!

It will be nice to not work, or just sit at home and play games.

wow this a really depressing entry. sorry for that, considering this is my first one in a while

I guess i could end on a happier note.

beavers rule, and i have one sitting on top of my t.v. right now, the stuffed animal i have ever had.

have a good evening!

Dennis