days like today are the worst. waiting for the day's end inside these steel bars that are my thoughts. when its finally time for bed you can't sleep. so you just lie there wrapped up like a burrito hoping your brain gives out.
i have to drive 2 1/2 hrs to work tomorrow. im afraid of the alone time i'll have to spend in my truck. lately i've been driving around without the radio on. the silence is like going on a trip with someone you haven't talked to in a long time, and the last time you spoke was an argument. just the fact that you are in the same vehicle is a miracle, but you'd do anything to break the tension. at least i'll have my thoughts, right? like a road trip with that person you don't give a shit about but wont shut up. i have no doubt that i will not find joy in my job tomorrow. things will go badly and i'll hate the fact that i even woke up at all. eh... fuck it.