Sunday morning

Just got out of work but I'm still wired; I had 2 extra large cups of coffee before going in, and they carried me throughout the whole night, pretty much. I'm feeling ok.

I was walking to Starbucks this morning, and felt for the first time like I finally understand where I am; the Pacific Northwest, in an overly expensive city with tons of fucking crazy ass
people. No summer. Heavy fog and drizzle, and more wackos in abundance. I don't know. Maybe if I could afford to live here, it would seem appealing.

Oakland isn't that bad, though. So far, so good. My apartment is a little cupboard, but it's ok
for me. I don't really need that much anyway. So my weekend has started, or my Weekend
1.5, being that I work Sunday mornings and have the nighttime off. It's not the same as having a whole day off, trust. But I'll take it! I'm off! Yeah! Got to call my aunt today and see how they are doing with the aftermath of Hurricane Irene. I was watching a live feed of midtown Manhattan last night and it kept making me too sad and full of some heartache. Maybe Kill Bill will be on tonight, or Jurassic Park.

I need a new blog name, but this one is all I can come up with for now. Starbucks chai used
to be kind of sweet, but it seems like they have switched to original spicy chai. It's not that good
for some reason.

Can't wait to sleep a bit. I'm going to try to nap but wake up early enough to do...nothing
but watch TV. No laundry. That can be saved for tomorrow morning. Groan. Monday is over before it even starts sometimes. And Tuesday is a wash. I spend the whole day trying to rest up for work that night.

I don't know why I chopped away at my bangs. I just got so sick of them in my eyes and face.
I should just save my money and stick with what I"ve got for awhile. I don't go out ever and
there's no reason to look cute or style-savvy. I'm not trying to impress anyone. I should just save money so I can leave California. I can't be 30 years old and still out here. I don't know.
I'm going to plan another trip back to NYC and maybe try to stay at this place called the Pod
Hotel for 2 days, then visit my aunt and sister/niece. I miss my little niece. My sister is a
king sized asshole and horrible mother. I can't even elaborate, it's too much. But all I can say is that that little girl has been hurt by her mother, my big, stupid sister, and it's all my sister's
fault. She is honestly one of the worst people I know, and I am related to her. Maybe that's not an uncommon phenomenon.

So that will be the plan. I've got to apply for vacation or PTO at least 30 days in advance, but can wait til mid-September. I'll have to book a flight and leave from SFO or Oakland International
Airport.

**lovely little bit of info: crazy homeless bitch dressed in about 10 layers of clothing is standing outside the window of Starbucks, trying to use her homeless eyed whammy to get money
from the customers. Pathetic and sad. Drugs are bad.** --a Haiku.