I am guided by my own superstition. Most have to do with the morning, like if I were to get to the platform as the train door closes on my face, then that means that the day will be bad. This doesn't always work, but It's kinda fun when I get every train and I think that the day will be incredible. Today I caught the bus, train and I made it to my stop very early. That was cool by itself. Then I walk to starbucks and it's closed for renovations, so I cross the street to the other starbucks, and I walk in, give my order, get a hand full of change and am ushered to the bar. I try to explain to the guy that he gave me change without me actually paying for anything, but he still insisted on pushing me on to the bar. I'm like sure dude, Whatever.

What does it mean in my superstition when I make a 94 cent profit, while buying my espresso. Okay lets hope the day becomes consistent.

Monday morning, and again my muscles are super sore. Last week there was no recycle pick up because of the holiday weekend, therefore this week my load was doubled. I just do it and try not to think about it, but the key word is try. I see all the bags, get wet, smell like rotten lettus and old moldy milk gone bad, and I hate it to death. I get through it fast enough, and just move on to the next thing. One day no more weekend work and I will make up for all the missed opportunities of fun.

Marisol makes me happy. I don't need much to be happy, but I do require specifics that I am not totally aware of. She may not be aware of it herself but she does give me what I need to be happy. Sometimes she thinks that she doesn't do enough for me, but I think the same thing about myself all the time. She would argue this and say that I give more than enough. But that's just us. Two pisces, go figure. It's great that we are so concerned about the others feelings. AWW I get so mushy at times. All the damn time. Oh well, thats me, so love me or get away from me.


Enough for monday morning,
I am supossed to be too tired to type this...