Promptness Is Overrated

I should have updated this weeks ago. I don't even have a good excuse as to why I didn't other than the severe case of A.D.D. that I've magically developed living on my own. Unless it's urgent shit can always wait or else I find ten other things to do instead. It's pretty unhealthy. I think it's because I've stopped exercising like I was because of this fucking heat. I've also been working entirely too much at work getting moved to our new location so I've been too tired to do anything but take a nap or sit online for a few hours. I miss having weekends off more than I can tell you. I also miss meeting sane, normal people. It seems like the older people get, the more baggage that comes with them and the more you have to be willing to put up with. When I was young it was the attention whore girls and potheads that were most common and now it's everything from crystal meth addicts, former prostitutes, three unwanted kids to felons. Of course they're extreme cases which I've seen all of now when usually it's just girls who still can't figure out what love is and run away from the people who care about them to see that the grass really isn't greener when they talk to me and run back a short time later. But I'm not here to rant about being miserable or anything I assure you. Things are okay aside from not having hope in people. I don't expect that to ever change. I'm just saying holy fuck everyone has issues now. One thing that has irked me lately is how I can talk to somebody on a Wednesday and they have no job, no boyfriend etc. and then by Friday that's all completely changed. And every week it's something drastic with them too. Is everyone's life this busy and 'meaningful' now? Or do most people online just patronize me with simple emotes and abbreviations and when I finally get them out of their shell the truth comes out?

In other news, I'm still probably better off alone and my apartment is finally fully furnished. The concert season is starting to heat back up as well which means I won't have shit for money for a while. It is nice to only have to worry about myself aside from my phone bill. My father is still annoying and won't give up the imaginary girlfriend thing again but this time it just seems creepier than usual and I can't put my finger on why. I suppose I'm going to go to Cynthia's parents' house now and get my camera back since I kind of left it in her car the other day. I guess that's all for now. Actually I'm falling asleep with my hand on the keyboard too. Go me.