Fallen Prodigy

Here i am at the tender age of 7, at the top of my game. Seriously, look at those stats. I was golden. I was untouchable. I was damn good looking in that hat. Not to mention i had better writing back then.

Now, 13 years later where am i? I'm working just slightly above minimum wage delivering furniture for up to 11 hours a day. I've got a bad back, my mood goes up and down more times a day than i can count and i still have horrid writing.

Funny how things work, isn't it?

My MSN isn't working right now, and neither is my hotmail. Figures. I hate dialup. What do i love? Right now it's a tall glass of chocolate milk. I love milk.

So what have i been up too lately, you might ask (even though i know you didn't)? Here, let me tell you... point form, style.

• Work. Work. Work. After Andre (a good friend of mine who i deliver with) got real sick and landed in the hospital i became head driver and head delivery guy (He's much better now, though. Which is happy news). After just a couple of weeks i get promoted without a raise and without any training. I could write a book on the amount of stress i had on my back for those 2+ months.
  
• I wrote a book on the amount of stress i had on my back
• Ate wings from la source whenever possible... some of you will understand this, the rest won't care
• Spent a lot of time alone, thinking
• I now sleep, for the first time since i was about 6 or 7 (yay me)
• Work
• Playing the hell out of my Nintendo DS whenever i can spare a few moments. Nothing could prepare me for the obsession of playing Nintendogs and the new Advance Wars game.
• Played truth or dare jenga. And liked it.
  

Wow, that's it. I can't believe it. This is all i've done with my summer.

Things i need to do, point form once again for all the black dot fans in the house:

• Work
• Start shopping for Christmas
• Start making my Halloween costume (tis a secret!)
• Play Nintendogs and Advance Wars
• Get back online, to talk the couple of people worth talking to
• Visit my friends that live too far for comfort (very important)
• Drive an hour away on the 20th to get the new Matthew Good CD. The deluxe edition, of course. Mmm, three tasty discs of goodness.

This stopped making sense to me after the my first picture. Time to stop. I'm so tired right now that my head keeps bobbing. Plus my back is killing me. Stupid work. I hate you.

Sweet dreams. See you soon.