Wasted Day

Work. Tired. Cranked out a CD for a client. Yadda yadda.

Driving home from Kenosha last night, I could barely stay awake at the wheel. When I got home, an ex-girlfriend of mine (Ann) was in the process of leaving me a message. It was near 11:00 PM when I walked in the door, and picked up.

She’s been having a really rough year, and we ended on somewhat (and I use somewhat loosely here) amicable terms. We weren’t really speaking to one another, as she was in California and I was in Chicago. We parted on semi-ok terms… but she told me that she would probably not want to speak to me anymore.

We talked a good long while. A lot of things have been going badly for her, including her apartment being recently broken into. The burglars went through EVERYTHING of hers, opening drawers and throwing things onto the floor. They stole things like her makeup and a medal she won in college. This makes absolutely no sense to me. They opened up board games she owned, and dumped the playing cards onto the floor. What in the hell is all that about?

I tried as best as I could to cheer her up, and ended up hitting the sack around 12:45. So today, I’ve been dragging hard.

Sorry. That’s all I’ve got. Like I said… wasted day.

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