In the red

red-eyed, red-faced.

I'm no way drunk on a freaking Tuesday night, mind you. Think I've got some virus clocking in every first day of the month so I can make good use of my sickies.

Cheap-ass Tuesday. I could have gone to the movies or something. Opted to run home and attempted to take a nap. To no avail. Intended to cook dinner for the house. Nothing happened.

Mom's right. I should hang on to the job that's relatively cruisy. There's really no point moving elsewhere. Not yet anyway. I'm not used to the non-happening lifestyle. I probably need the year to rest and then gather up all my energy to embark on a new adventure come 2007.

I should surrender.