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Monday, July 09, 2007 @ 6:10 AM
"Goddamn, I say, goddamn!"
-- Pulp Fiction
There is nothing quite like waking up and starting your day at two in the morning. I took a Traz. yesterday at noon, so I slept in later than usual. I got up and watched some Adult Swim, had some leftover pizza, and was on the Internet for like, three hours. I sat down just to check my e-mail, and the next thing I knew, it was 7am.
I have therapy in a couple of hours. I think I can safely say that I'm feeling more like myself. I'm feeling generally better. I even sang "Rock Me" and danced around a bit while delivering the express check-out folios this weekend. That's a big improvement. It could be the generic Prozac, it could be that the new schedule agrees with me, or it could be relief at making money again.
It's not all good news though. I am unbearably lonely. I have no one to socialize with. The only people here in Binghamton to hang out with are my mom, Sheila, and Anna. In fact, we're all going to see the new "Harry Potter" movie on Wednesday. I am the very model of lameness. At least Michelle will be in NYC in August, so if I make enough money between now and then, I'll go to the city and visit her, Amanda, and Chelsea. I miss them a lot.
Amanda and I are talking about moving to someplace in the Hudson Valley region. Somewhere cheap, close to a train station, on a bus route, and with a hotel where I can keep working the night shift. And with a children's hospital where Amanda can work. I want to avoid buying a car, but Amanda thinks it is unavoidable. Maybe we could buy a junk car together, from a police auction or something. I would consider joint ownership of a $25 car, and if we split the insurance and fuel costs, it might not be unbearably expensive. And if it broke down, I might be able to get my brother to fix it. (He's a mechanic now, you know. He has a certificate from UTI and everything.) I don't know, we'll see. I'm ready to get the hell out of Binghamton, though, no question. Except for the fact that I grew up there, Binghamton is way worse than Normal. I will say, it's nice to be able to think about the future without crying. It's a pleasant change from a few weeks ago.
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