Things have been very stressful for me in the past few weeks. I don't dare get into all the details here, but suffice it to say I'm dazed and confused from taking shit on the chin.

Today was a good day because I decided to make it one. I ran errands and shopped. I shopped yesterday and I shopped the day before. I think I see a pattern. Met up with some friends tonight and that was nice.

Mostly I feel like some people are just freaks. They are so selfish all they can think about is how something effects them. (Look at the Terri Shiavo/ Michael Jackson misfits. I wonder how they live in their home lives?) Do some people ever do anyone a solid? Hell no. They are so busy acting self rightous and pretending to stand on some imaginary higher ground. Some don't know the real meaning of being there for others. They exist in there own little space.

I think I'll finish this Yuengling and watch an Agatha Christie movie from Netflix. The 1930s art deco world is so beautiful even when it includes a murder.