late nights.

There comes a time in a second-shifter's life where enough is enough. Its nearly 3am and not only am I wide awake, but I have a margarita. *sigh* what is my life amounting to? Maybe it wouldn't seem so desperate and depressing if I were in the living room with the dog with the "hubby" and other dog in bed... Maybe if the roomie were home I might not be feeling like such a "college kid" waiting to grow up. Its not a life everyone can appreciate. I could stay up til 5am without batting an eyelash. To a college kid, I'm god. To a working adult... I'm crazy! *sigh again* Regardless... I'm kicking ASS at Cash Cab right now. Too bad I can't actually win that money. Darn.

I wish I had some rediciously funny story to tell or something exciting about me life... but to be honest its the same shit different day thing we all hear about. I feel mundane.

I've been playing a lot of online facebooky games lately. I feel as though its stifling my creativity. I used to write and.... well think, a lot more than I do. I'm disappointed in a sense, but greatful too. Sometimes thinking isn't the best thing to be doing. Haha, I mean, I work in a factory or christ's sake, I have my college degree and I work in a factory. Its not so bad, I guess. I have insurance I don't ever use?

Oh I hate to sound depressed. I am TRULY kicking ass in cash cab. lol I need to be using my intelligence, istead of wasting it.

All things asside... I love Mike, I love our house and I love the dogs and ferrets. I'm happy I have a decent job... I guess that's really all I have to say for now. I'm disappointed in my lack of creativity in blogging. I apologize.

It is 3am afterall...