Like a rolling thunder chasing the wind

I've got these photographs in the back of my head. All of them faces of people I've known along the way, one way or another. Some of them more faded than the rest to the point of being nearly unrecognizable. Many of them with names written beside them, most of the names I'm certain are correct.
Funny how I can remember faces from the last day of kindergarden, right before switching schools, yet I can't remember what I had for breakfast yesterday. The brain is strange like that.
Sometimes I'll wonder what the people in those photographs are up to, where they are and what they've done with themselves. Most of the time however, I really couldn't give a shit.
Then again, sometimes I'll wonder whether those same people have a picture of me stuck in their brain, and maybe, just maybe a name to match the face.

Of course, maybe my head's just a little fucked up. I've noticed that I'll have full fledged conversations with myself. Not outloud of course, otherwise I'd be locked up by now. Anyways, this of course led to the inevitable discussion about whether or not other people do the same. Do they just have random thoughts, think things out, decide what needs to be done, or have discussions within themselves. I think it'd be pretty fucking cool to be able to hear another persons thoughts. Nothing personal, just to see how their mind functions going through the daily grind.

I need sleep.

We're falling back into the sun

Yummy, 7 straight days of work, many many hours, and a whole day off for Christmas. Finally over.

I'm hoping to get stinky drunk and suffering through a long day of work on boxing day, because really, what better way is there to celebrate the holidays?

Yeah, that's what I thought. I'm exhausted, my planned spiel will have to wait, I'm going to bed.

Merry Christmas all.

No snow, but the lights look nice

It's hard to get into the Christmas mood when I'm outside playing hockey in a tshirt. A Christmas with no snow will be kind of weird.. and lame.

This past week has left me mentally and physically exhausted, but as they say, no rest for the weary and it looks like I may have all of Christmas day off, and that's it. I probably won't get my week or so off until the new year. Of course I don't know what I'd do with time off.
I'd like to go somewhere, but I have no one to go with, nor do I know where I'd go. Who's up for a trip?

I have some internal monologue ranting to do, but I'll sort myself out and get to that later.

thinking around the clock of drinking on the job

Thanks to a couple of fortunate circumstances, I now don't have to work this weekend at all, as opposed to not getting any days off. Works for me. (Hah! Get it?)

At work on Friday, while I was hosing down the sidewalk (glamourous, I know), this girl was getting dropped off by her husband/boyfriend/pimp, whoever, and proceeded to makeout for a good 10 minutes.
My first thought was that it was kind of strange and out of place. Hell I almost hosed the car. Of course that quickly changed to a moment of jealously, and not of him exactly, because all I saw of the girl was the back of her head. But you know what I mean.
I'm such a sap.

I thought I had more to say, but apparently that's it. I'm hungry for grilled cheese now, curses!

'round here something radiates

2 days down of a health & safety course that I thought might actually be interesting and involve cpr training and such, but no. Boring jargon about regulations and whatnot nearly putting me to sleep instead. But hey, free breakfast and coffee, which I've been drinking alot of to try and keep me awake. Though all it's done is make me feel all jittery. It's been awhile since I've had any, which I'm guessing is why.

Tomorrow is the final day, and I'll write an open book test, and pass, and then it'll be back to the norm, and the busy season at work begins, and it's freezing outside, and I'll daydream about things that will never happen, and drink increasing amounts of alcohol leading up to the new year, which again is a combination of things.

Ain't exactly a believer in god, but this Johnny Cash song about him cutting people down is pretty sweet.

Ok, bye now.

hello stranger

Figure it was time to start using this thing again.

Life's the same as it usually is. I get up and go to work, come home and go to bed. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Only difference is now I'm feeling quite frustrated, more often than not, anyways. I've been told my constant ice chewing is a sign of sexual frustration, which while I'm sure is very true, is not the whole story.
What is the whole story? Can't say.
My job, and some people I work with frustrate me, though I suppose that's nothing new, but still. I have the most extreme case of writers block right now, and I don't like that one bit.
I've always been ok with being alone, but I feel like it's really starting to wear thin now. And now we're coming upon the season I have a love/hate relationship with. I'm still not sure which way it will go this year, time will tell I guess.

But hey, not to sound like a whiner or anything, because it can always be worse.