Holidaze are finally winding down. One last big hurrah tomorrow night, and I hope to enter a bit of a spartan like existence. I start the new job wednesday, so long as the piss test show up as clean as it should. I'll be driving a forklift around for 12 hours at a time. I'll work 4 days in a row then have 4 days off. I'll be working nights 5:30p to 5:30a. This change will be good, I think. I'll be spending my 4 day breaks picking up shifts as a waiter and kicking up production on the shorts. And the occasional traveling. It will be nice to have money again.

My pseudo-relationship is pseudo-killing me. It's like the best and worst kinda drug. Heaven when its available, hell when it's not. But this is just today. Eventually a conversation will come along and shoot my mood through the clouds. At least that's the way it's worked in the past.

New Year's will be bittersweet, another celebration with a hell of a lot of people I love. But not the one I love the most. The wait goes on..