Mental exhaustion has worn me down again. I don't want to think of yesterday, nor do I want to think of tomorrow. I want to focus on the clicking of my fingers on the keyboard. However the mind is a trickster luring my thoughts like a mouse being lured with cheese into a rusty trap. December is supposed to be a joyous month. Joyous in what aspect I would like to know. Joyous that the dead are deeply missed, and made appearances in my dreams at night. Joyous that I have to get shit on by the people who get stressed out and feel that I'm so easy going that the verbal blows want bother me. Well think again.. all right dramatic. But I will spare you the agony of saying Bah Humbug. I won't mention a certain man's name but he is the one that makes me joyous for this holiday. This holiday season there will be the same tradition of books, art inspired gifts, clothes and a couple of toys. A new tradition will be donating clothes and food this year. My own wallet is very thin, and I can not afford to live independent of my parents. Believe me.. in the age and responsibility I would love to be on my own. At least I have a home that is warm and feeds me, and I have a job. So others this fine holiday will be getting something too.
I have been staring at this monitor for so long. My thoughts have gone beyond my control, and quite honestly I don't even know what i have been typing about. Time to punch in the time clock for today.