GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #587: MEETING THE NEW YEAR HIGH

 So I've been laying off the cannabis for a reason. I've been keeping it on the down low, but I've been looking for a new job. Just because recreational cannabis is legal in IL doesn't mean that you can still test positive for it and get a job. That sucks, but that's the way it goes.

But I gave up on looking for a new job. I'm pretty sure I can make the one I have work out decently and still get an all right apartment if not in Elmhurst then at least close by. So I decided to get high as fuck to end 2022 and meet 2023. I went out to a friend's place, and we got high and watched a bunch of cool shit. Holy fuck, I was high. It was great. We went to sleep around 3-ish, and when I woke up the next day I was still pretty high. It was excellent.

I'm pretty sure I'm unable to find a new job because of my books. I've had amazing interviews where I knocked it out of the park. One interview even treated me like I was already hired. But then these jobs started ghosting me, which has never happened to me before. I can only assume they did the poor man's background check (ie. Google), and my books came up. Well, I can't put that genie back in the bottle, so fuck it. Let's see where I can go from here.

Although some of those jobs were pretty sweet. Some of them offered as much as $75K/year. That would have been awesome. Ah well.

This is all over the place. Not much cohesion. Perhaps I'm rustier at this than I thought. But here's something interesting that happened when I went to sleep in the wee hours of New Year's Day. For the first time in ages I had a booze dream. They don't happen often, but it happened pretty hardcore that night. Probably something psychological in regards to getting high after being sober for so long. But in the dream I was taking down shot after shot after shot, and it was great. And then I remembered, holy shit! I'm not supposed to be doing this! But then I thought, fuck it. Let's keep drinking. So I did until I woke up.

I could almost taste the whiskey.

Anyway, it's good to get high again. That's not going to be an every day thing going forward, but every once in a while. Like a treat to myself. I've been a good boy. Now for my edible.

I am not high right now. Perhaps I should be, considering how much rambling I've done here tonight.

HEY FUCKERS #4: A NEW YEAR

Well, the sun has risen on 2015 (and is blinding me with pain, due to a hangover). I'm not one to reflect on a year gone by, mostly because they've all sucked worse than the last one, but I was actually kind of fond of 2014. It sucked for a lot of people, and it certainly started out on a sour note for me, what with my pancreas trying to kill me by not working and all. Because of my brush with death, I kind of figured that 2014 would simply be worse than 2013, thus following the trend.


But it ended on an awesome note. Things with my writing career picked up very quickly. A lot of publications came out with my work in them near the end of the year. Hell, I even did my first Kindle book, PAVLOV'S BITCHES, which seems to be doing pretty well. I'm also happy to say that I ended 2014 by selling yet another story. It's one I believed in a great deal. I thought it would sell immediately, but apparently I was wrong. I shopped it around for quite a while. I knew it was a good story, but no one else seemed to think so until I sold it yesterday.


Not only that, but things with my square job improved a great deal. When I first started working at that place, it was the best job I'd ever had. A few years ago, everything changed, and I started referring to my job as my Daily Eight Hours of Hate. But last month, I transferred to another department, and holy shit. I love my job again. I haven't talked to an asshole in three weeks. I haven't felt a single moment of hatred in that same amount of time. I have found inner peace.


So yeah. Unlike the previous years, I'm going to look at 2015 optimistically. I think things are going very well for me, personally. The world, on the other hand? Things have been pretty shitty. I'm tempted to say that the end is near, but the world mentality has always been like that. Everyone thinks the world is going to hell a little more every year, but I don't think that's accurate. It's kind of like how every generation thinks the next generation is made up of pussies. It's simply not true. The world is different, sure, but I don't think it's worse. It will always be on the same level of madness, it's just a different kind of madness.


Good luck, ye fuckers, in the new year.