I have been giving the tryptophan a rest, but last night I decided to take some before bed. Awesome idea, let me tell you… I had some of the most lucid dreams I have had in a very long time. I really didn't like half of them, but jesus did they feel real. I woke up a few times last night confused as hell because I didn't know where I was. If I ever wanted to write a fictional book, I'd surely take a lot of tryptophan and sleep with a pen and paper. I kinda wish I did that last night. I miss that stuff but at the same time, I don't. Some of the dreams I could have done without last night. I would have been better off not having some of them. I really don't know why some of the dreams I had even happened. I don't know where they came from. But it is all cool, beans that is.

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I love payday. I have made some damn good money in the time that I have been here. I am not sure where it has all gone though. I'm at a point now though that I'll have money to put away. A lot of my money went towards paying rent for two places at once. Man did that blow some ass. But whatever, I am happy to be out of 1415 and in a new place. It is nice.

I think I might have upset my stomach a little bit. That same spot that hurt before has started to hurt again. It is most definitely the liquor that I have been drinking. I gotta find my Prevacid. With that I can drink whatever I like. My problem probably stems from the fact that I have been drinking a lot of alcohol at the bars all week. I took a day off Thursday night, but made up for it by drinking with my boss Friday. Fuck I love my job. All week long I have had a whole lot of trouble waking up for work. I'm sure that on Thursday on the way to work I would have been given a DUI at 11am. And there is no sign of me slowing down the drinking because I am going out to the bars again tonight, just as I did last night. I'm alright with being an alcoholic. I only get thirsty when it starts to get dark so I guess that could be a good sign, maybe. And even if it isn't, I'm not at the least bit worried. I'm not even worried that I would rather drink liquor than beer.

Next week I have to meet with half the board of directors for where I work. What sucks the most is I have to meet with them way fucking early, so early that I doubt I'll be able to make coherent sentences. But I am not at the least bit worried. I have to pitch them some ideas and discuss marketing strategy I have for the upcoming website I have yet to create. It's really funny trying to talk to people about what I do at work. I might as well just say, "marketing." Come January I'll be saying, "sales." I'll also be signing the papers for another car. I figure I'll be working where I am now for at least five years so I can put that on my resume. Everybody wants sales people with at least five years experience. Maybe I'll go for six. Who knows. I do know that after that, I'll be ready to move out of this area and into a bigger city. I feel like the big city kinda guy.

I am really-really happy I can say I have never worked any sort of fast food joint. The people that work those places are fucking useless. I mean they aren't exactly useless because without them, no one would be able to make my sausage with egg mcmuffin or my nachos for that matter.

I am looking forward to my buddy coming back to Kent Sunday. I can't wait for her to be back at work again. This week has sucked pretty bad without her. Only a matter of time.