Hate me today. Hate me tomorrow.

  Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you...

  I don't have a life anymore.

  I have a job.

  I have time for nothing else besides work. I'm working like over fifty hours a week. I have to work the next three Saturdays, including this one. I've worked the past two Saturdays. By the time Sunday comes around, I'm too damned tired to even get out of bed.

  I'm losing even more weight. When I get out of the shower and look in the mirror, I just wonder where I'm going. I'm down two more pant sizes. I haven't been this light since I was a freshman in high school - and I was three inches shorter back then.

  The money is phenominal though...

  I go out for an hour or two every Saturday night after work (depending upon how soon I can get out of there), but it's nearly impossible to relax. By the time the end of the week comes around, I'm run down so damned ragged that my brain won't stop trying to angle and wangle. Running this department on second shift has become an every day exercise in being given a set of impossible circumstances and being expected to accomplish everything against nearly insurmountable odds. I keep delivering the goods (literally), but I'm burning out, and I can see myself slipping here and there.

  I guess I keep doing it because I literally have nothing better to do. If I were to stop, I don't know what I would do with my time anymore.

  Nine hour days are a minimum anymore. I got out of work at eleven thirty (a half an hour late) only once since we started the plant back up on the second of this month. I went to Wal-Mart tonight because I was ridiculously low on stuff. I didn't even enjoy it. I didn't get there until after one o'clock in the morning, and it was a race against time trying to cram everything I needed into a shopping cart. I got home a couple of hours ago...

  I'm thinking of buying a new car and debating upon whether or not to keep my old one. I want to get an 2008 PT Cruiser (I've always loved those things). I think I could afford the payments with little or no hassle. I'm up for a couple of raises this year, too - which would make it even easier. Jet black, chromed up, it'd look pretty sharp...

  The scary thing about all of this, in the bedding industry - this is considered the SLOW season...

  I dread to think what May and June will bring...

  Oh well...

  I'm gonna eat some chips an' go ta bed. Tomorrow and Friday are supposed to be pretty bad, demand-wise. I should try and get some sleep, I guess.

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Posted by  
on January 22, 2008, 2:23 pm
Wow...all work and no play...But I guess if it keeps you focused, and out of trouble??? I had a phase of what is going on with you right now...SHORT phase. I enjoy life too much I guess...and money....is just money.
Take care of you!.......

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Posted by Mike  
on January 23, 2008, 3:08 am
Kid, it's EXPECTED of me. I don't REALLY have a choice. I think I've crossed beyond burning out. They don't care, as long as the trucks get what they need every night. I've stopped being me. I'm just a nut or a cog in a machine. They ask me and my department for what is like totally BEYOND what we can do. Got a beer in my hand, I'm getting numb enough. I dunno...

I read once that hell is the absense of reason. I'm here. I'm LIVING it. There is no reason in this existance.

I was gonna take all this money and buy a Canon Digital Rebel XTI and some WICKED-ass accessories - but what's the POINT? I can't get out an' photograph shit NOW. If I were to buy the ULTIMATE camera, I dunno. It'd just be STUPID.

Time to cop a couple of sleeping pills an' call it a night. When I wake up, life will be there beckoning. Challenging me to say no. I can't. I NEED this too much.

Kid, I'm dead, but my body doesn't have the common sense to let go.

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Posted by Lizzard  
on January 24, 2008, 10:09 am
Ahhh Michael...
I want so badly..to give you words that have helped me in my travels in life...but really..you dont know me...so why.
And seriously...why do I feel compelled. Things like this happen to me for no rhyme or reason. I have stopped questioning it.
I do keep coming back here.to the only place I know...how to check how you are. So Thank you for responding. Every step in life. Is a decision. Every day that you get up, and out of bed...is a decision. That is all I will say, with the fear that you will just pfffftttt it all anyway.

Take Care of you Michael.


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Posted by Mike  
on January 26, 2008, 3:04 am
Hello Elizabeth,

There's nothing you could tell me at this point, I guess.

I dunno...

I'm lost. I'm a machine. I do what I'm instructed to do and they give me money to do it. Anything else that was me is gone and dead.

*LOL*

It's like I always say...

The "comapny MOTTO"

"Sealy, we don't sleep, so YOU can..." :)

"Sleep gives you cancer, everyone knows that..."

Okay, I'm quoting Neil from The Young Ones...

I don't know why you keep coming back here. I would've given up long ago on a man who...

I dunno...

Am I just greedy?

Do I not have anything BETTER to do with my life?

Am I so obsessed with loss that I keep imposing it upon myself?

I think I'm dead already and this is just hell toying with my sanity.

~Mike

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Posted by Lizzard  
on January 28, 2008, 9:08 am
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM..I suppose if asked. I would have to say...that I see something...I guess...I still see a spark in you...even if you dont. And I suppose....when I write...It pleasures me, that you respond. At least then, I know, you havent completely given up. It gives me the opportunity to learn of the man inside the external Hell and damnation.
Sometimes...we simply go thru life *faking it, till we make it*
Life is another one of those choices...You choose your life, and how to live it. Angels never tire. THey will surround you forever.

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