Friday night at home

It's friday night, and I'm at home. To an extent this is a bad thing. Then on the other end of the spectrum this is ok. Bad: It means I have no life. I have few friends here to hang out with on an average Friday night. OK: I have to be at work at 7:30 tomorrow morning. I don't like being up before the sun. It's just not natural. There's something fundamentally wrong with it. So I gotta go to sleep early.

Who's going to turn down a Junior Mint. It's chocolate; it's peppermint; it's delicious. You got a point. It's refreshing!!!!

So I've been trying to move out and my cousin's house was going up for rent. She's moving to southside, and I needed something in Edmond. Well, I'm talking to to her trying to figure out a time to come by and see it, and she talls me she talked to her landlord and they aren't going to rent it out after she moves. So YAY!!!! Back to square one.

I think I'm going to have to have another shot in my back. I've been trying to tough it out. But the past couple of days have not been good. Every twist, bend, step is just painful. I can't even pop my back.

i can't think of anything else at the moment. I know surprise surprise. I'm going to bed!!!

Goodnite!