Social Hour

   I went to two parties this weekend. It was nice to feel like I had a social life again. And they were perfect; the kind of party with no drama. Today is Sunday. I’m starting to really dislike Sundays because I work a double every week. There is no change to my schedule. Wake up, be to work by 9, get out at 4, go home, eat dinner, go to work by 5:30, work until 11, and go home and go to bed. Period, the end, every week.


  I’m not complaining about the working 9-4 part, that would be a great shift and then go home and be with my boyfriend for the rest of the night, but no I gotta work two jobs. And I gotta work two jobs because I have credit card debt. Not as much as I had before, but it feels like it’s been forever since I stopped using them and the debt is still there in abundance.


   And so every time a Sunday comes around, I berate myself in the morning for racking up that debt and putting myself into this position. I have no one else that I can legitimately place the blame on.
I feel disconnected from my friends. But I feel things need to be that way right now, because if I over commit myself to them, then I will have to let them down to be with my mom.


   I also feel like I have no me time. Whenever I have down time, I worry about homework or some other chore that needs done. I want, for about 6 hours, to sit at home, and do NOTHING. Just absolutely nothing of consequence.


I just want to play SNES games and pretend life is peachy.