I didn't do anything I was supposed to do today. Except work.

I forgot to fax my Interest Relief Application to Student Loans. Well, really, I forgot to ask, and so felt weird doing it, and then forgot, and then I had a ride home waiting for me outside. So I went to Etc. on Quinpool. I got there at 5:06 on my Walkman. That means it was 6:06. They closed at 5:00.

Oh well. I head over to the Post Office. The lineup's too big, I'll come back later. Over to Shopper's to buy a gift for a friend how was going to be visiting later in the evening. Declined. But, when I made a bill payment and withdrew some money, there was still more than enough in there. Oh yeah!! The fucking cheque hasn't cleared yet. Okay. I guess I'm not getting groceries or beer. It's for the better. I need a night off of beer.

Oh, but then, after some disappointment, I got a beer with some pocket change and spent the night being an ass. It's fine. I sold some smokes so at least I have bus fare tomorrow. The cheque should clear tomorrow or the next day.

And now? Now I'm not asleep when I totally should be.

I suck at real life.

Last year I was wondering who I even am and questioning many aspects of my life and the decisions I'd made, or been okay with, to get there. I tried to explain my not-insomnia. (I probably still have those drafts saved. Maybe I'll put off sleeping now to have a look at them)