Insomnia

It's 2:09 and I'm awake even though I'm dead tired. I'm beat from a stupid little six hour shift at work. Most people would probably say I'm a wimp, but today it wiped me out for some reason.

I've been sleeping on the floor since my bedroom flooded (my bed was ruined) and my back hurts. I made good money though: in 5.75 hours. I walked out with one hundred and eleven dollars. A good day, but I can't really be pleased with it. I'm happy right now, but money is fickle. I always have enough. I never let myself be short because I can't lose my place, but I never will have all of the things I want or need simply because there are too many. I really just need to write a list ranging from most important to least. That way I at least know what to buy first.

On an unrelated note, am I the only one who cannot stand being with the public on a regular basis? Chris doesn't like them either, but he doesn't get mad like I do. I HATE them. I wish death upon a lot of them, usually for stupid mistakes. Stupid mistakes are forgivable in my opinion, but only if you notice you have done wrong and apologize. I get really mad when people do something rude or stupid and ignore the hurt look on my face. Really? Well fuck you too. I hope you hit a tree. And there goes my anger problems. I'm intolerant. I wish I could learn some; my life would sure be a lot easier.

Ok, goodnight.