I realize I must be the hugest brat in the world, because ultimately when I have to do any job, I hate it with intensity enough to grow anxiety about it out of my chest and limbs like it’s the worst thing I could be put through. For someone to work two nights a week and have no other responsibilities to anyone else during any other part of the week, you would think I would be in heaven, right? Well, sure, if I don’t think of some excuse not to go in. It’s not that I despise work, I just have despised most of the work I have been employed with, and not for the obvious: it’s because you hate working for other people (I do) or actually doing work, but because nothing I have been employed to do has really had my heart wrapped up in knots to accomplish accomplish accomplish.

I am a slacker employed person, and a slacker unemployed person. Not under the classic definitions and pretenses, but because I really don’t care as long as my bills are paid. This is probably why I should be in a position not to have to work and just write and do all that other things that makes me happy. This is Deanna Dreamland, though, not the true land that I know, and I do understand I will probably have to hold a dozen more positions doing stuff I consider pointless.

Yesterday I waxed the words of the year with Sean, prophet over man. It was fun to do that with someone during my hours, the daylight twilight, when I wanna go play but no one else can.

Today today. I have to go to work at 4. And stay until late, but probably not too late. Or maybe not. Mr. too Big for his britches owns a piece of this place, and everyone always comes in asking for him, how often does he come here, does he hang out, that kind of stuff.

I am gonna get it together for my beauteous passport action. I should go today or tomorrow to get the ball rolling, gain my ability to fly the coop and go somewhere fun.

My fingers are cold. I want to hug my boy. I want to kiss his lips. I want to snuggle under a blanket and pretend the world is pretty at peace.

But alas, no.