ready for death

I woke up at the sound of my alarm but layed back down and drifted off to sleep.  I was dreaming about something, or someone and didn't even bother to reset my alarm.  I simply just turned it off.  I awoke twenty minutes later barley able to move.  I could have slept the day away given the chance.  I told myself five more minutes and quickly drifted back to sleep only to suddenly wake up and realize I was setting myself up for disaster.  I got out of bed, and pulled on some clothes.  Grey slacks, maroon top, black loafers... and bright green socks that say 'I Feel Lucky!' all over them.  Too bad they didn't say I feel shitty instead.  Why must I be such a misfit when it comes to getting dressed?

My stomache hurts, but what else is new.  I am anxious to see the pictures from last Friday.  I stayed up too late last night reading.  I find myself all too often bored and it sucks.  Vacation Vacation Vacation.  Just seven weeks away...

Diego is supposed to come and hang out with me this afternoon.  We'll see if he makes it or not, he's notorious for flaking and cancelling.  He's a sweet boy though. 

Yesterday Jon, a guy I work with told me that if I do what I want when I want in moderation everything will be okay.  I really want to believe it.  I have a hard time keeping things in moderation though.