That was just said to give my girlfriend a hard time with her schedule that has one day spoiling cats as her putting the work in. One, what good person has an issue volunteering time to cats. Two, they are our superiors, so it is an obligation, like children, to care for them. Family does not paid to watch rug rats. We should not get paid to take care of cats...unless they start having Certified Veterinary Assistant programs at the junior college level. I may now have a reason to go back to school.
I know there are Vet Tech programs, but I do not have the nerve to stick my furry friends. Also, my obsessive nature makes it so I want to focus on felines. Piss off pups.
Are there truly days off? You may get a few more hours of sleep, provided you drink enough (thank you Malort) to roll over and endure your girlfriend's constant alarm clocks going off (she just now realized that the clocks in the room are 15 minutes fast...was I contributing to her panic?). Then you get the cup of coffee to allow yourself to be productive. It kind of defeat the purpose of being off.
My right arm has not sent me any pain signals, so I have paid SoccerPlanetCU.com 20 bucks to assure my free agency. Eva's vet appointment is scheduled for my next day off, so I have not only been productive today, I have ruined my next chance for laziness. It is not professionalism, it is masochism.
When you get paid six calendar days a week, the other problem with the day you do not receive a wage is that the significant other likes to claim the evening. I live with her because I lack the time for dates. If my Vegas aspirations fall through (with the 92% reduction in my Federal Tax refunds, I might have to push it off to 20 "god damn I'm 40-fucking-2" 22), I gotta get to know more people in the CU. And of course, there are no adult soccer leagues in Urbana on Tuesday nights.
No soccer, no reason to put the girlfriend on the side. I tried a trivia night, but it was in the posh/baby boomer side of Champaign. It did not seem like there was anyone who I could see myself relating to, so I called the girlfriend because I do not walk away from competition. It seems like I am looking for a tag team partner instead of friends.
Desperately seeking a barbershop window.
Yes, I know it is great to be in love, but it seems I am not appreciative of what I got. Can I be? Until JB Pritzker legalizes it, I cannot get high and have no inspiration to play a guitar like a motherfuck'n riot. Sublime had a lot more in that track then the chorus lets on.
Everyday, there is work to be put in when chasing a dream. I do my best each day, but it never seems to get easier.
The Prize is Nev-er
Clos-er, Day Off is for Plans
Worth My San-i-ty?
Des-per-rate-ly NeedThat haiku was not "All work and no play make Jack a dull boy," so it looks like I still have some sanity remaining to stay on the current path. It also shows the inevitability of where Stanley Kubrick's worst film was going. Nicholson's character's talent was not there, all there was left was his anger to embrace...and an ax.
A Bar-ber Shop Win-dow to
Put a Good Friend Through
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