Man, I don't know what it is lately but I'm tired. Tired of everything. Too tired to work. Too tired to care about my outfits. Too tired to clean my house. Too tired to go out. Blah.

My dog is molting.

I get up, which seems to be later and later nowadays, stumble to feed dog, read email, walk dog, shower, throw whatever is close and clean on my body and go to work. There I sit in my chair, do my work and go home. I don't eat with Carey anymore. I don't eat with kate #2 anymore. I get home, feed dog, walk dog and then sit on the couch and eat my dinner. I struggle the last bit of energy I have (which is entirely gone by then) and call kate. It's usually 5 minutes before I pass out in bed which sucks because I can't even give my girlfriend a good conversation anymore.

Fridays I see my friends because I don't have any time during the week, I go to bed early so I can sleep in on saturday (which I can't even do anymore) and in doing so, I send kate home early on friday night because I don't have the energy to even keep my eyes open. I constantly complain about being tired or exhausted or both. I know I must suck to hang out with which kind of pisses me off to no end.

If I was going out with me, I would dump myself.

My carpet is covered in these little balls of dog hair. My dog has allergies and he gets all scratchy so he scratches and then covers the floor in his winter coat. It happens every year and this year it is pissing me off. If my dog was in the wild, he would be some bears bitch in less than an hour. What dog has allergies? Thats like a bat with bad hearing or a horse that is allergic to hay.

My car is coming along but I think I got fucked out of a rear bumper lip. I've been waiting for it for two weeks now and it's the only thing holding up my paint work. I won't talk anymore about my car because it's starting to take over my life.

It's just a car.

Kate is wonderful but she shouldn't date me. No matter how "understanding" she says she is or no matter how "patient" she says she is, she shouldn't be with me. I'm not going to get all emo and say that I am not date-worthy because I'm not. I'm a cool cat most of the time but I'll be the first to admit/proclaim/shout from the rooftops that I have been a fuck-all horrible person to date these past few months.

I have mad issues to deal with.

Apart from the energy level of a sloth stuck in a k-hole, I'm a spacecase. I'm unloving. I'm grumpy. I'm boring. I'm out of shape. I'm not worth it. Right now.

I wish I could just stop time, get my shit together and then start time back up again. But yes, I know I don't have that ability yet so I can just keep on going and know that for the time being, I am really not worth hanging out with at the moment. Hopefully I can get everything together before she walks.

haha wow, this blog got really ghey really fast.

I feel hungover I am so tired right now. My eyes are heavy today and I am .3 seconds behind with everything.

Did I mention I was tired?