I'm tired, and really hungry. No breakfast.

It's raining here, and I didn't have my cellphone so I had to run around in the rain to get my carpool guy.

Yesterday he and I took turns sleeping in the back office. My job is ridiculous.

"Have you ever had horchata?" the man spoke to me only after draining half the glass of milky liquid, straining it through his thick moustache. "In this heat, it feels great. Tastes good too. It's Mexican."

"No, I've never tried it. I mostly ate mom's cooking as a kid. Got used to it."

"Hah, is that so?" Well here, have some. The glass slid towards me, glistening and half-full.

"No, that's alright."

"Don't waste your manners, son, try it, I don't mind. I couldn't enjoy the rest of it anyway, denying you the relief. Aren't you hot too, with that suit on and all?"

I wasn't particularly thirsty, and his moustache, still glistening with the milky liquid, made me feel disgusted at even the thought of the glass. However, the man was in a position of power relative to me, so I was compelled. "It's good."

I fell in love with a perfect robot girl today. Her hair was a beautiful synthetic fiber, her skin a smooth polymer; I'm sure her moist ruby lips were silicon based.

It was her electric thoughts, not her mechanical hips, that brought me to this circumstance. She was different from other people, like white lightning.

Yet, her gears turned for another. I could see it in her vacuum tubes, the spark for a man not me.

So I smashed her with my wrench, and cried as the oil seeped into my lawn.

I'll build another tomorrow.

Wow, my formatting is shit.

Oh well.

I'm really tired















So here are some cats that look like hitler.
I was going to do some creative writing but
a) I'm too tired
b) I'll spare you... for now.

When I was younger my mom's nickname for me was "sloth-boy".

Sometimes she would draw sloth-boy cartoons to entertain me, especially on days when I slept in until like 2pm and she left and went somewhere, she'd leave me notes with cartoons that said stuff like "sloth boy, when you wake up, tape my soap operas. I"ll be back at 5pm. If you're not up by then, I'll call FEMA to sterelize your room."

That wasn't a quote, it was an example of the type of note she would leave.

My little brother is coming up soon, so that will be nice and hopefully fun.

I have my little home gym almost totally set up now, which is pretty cool. I got in a weights workout today, and I am totally exhausted, which is also pretty cool. And a job or two may have totally fallen into my lap. I guess today is a good day.


-Nick