Friday 3:25am. tired and frustrated I am. why am I here?
The day began yesterday, thursday, 5:30am, sleepy, not so tired, not quite as frustrated, questioning nothing.
But today, at 7:45am, I am scheduled to work at LAX, which means that I will probably nap an hour or so, shower, and head out, only to come back to the yard house at 4:00pm and barback again till the midnight hour.
Why on earth am I doing this? Hmm...I keep saying that it builds character...to myself.
Whatever.
I do know this, though, its for a good reason.
Anyways, I'm a bit delusional right now but I always get a kick reading these in retrospect.
