Banks Are Going Bust

I don't even know what's been going on these past few days. I can barely remember them. I can kind of remember writing here. I can kind of remember phoning in sick. The only other thing I can remember is sleeping. Alot. And feeling sad. It's depressing.

So yeah, I guess the past couple of days haven't been happening. It's been a real pain in the neck. There's been a few things that I have wanted to do, and somehow I've ended up sleeping through it all. I wasn't even making a whole lot of sense for a little bit. Sorry if I sound like a broken record, but it's been an unusual week, and one that I'd like to not repeat for a while.

I'm doing something tonight that I haven't done for a while. I'm getting a haircut. I'm going to get that long shit cut out, and I don't know about the rest. The curls get the girls. Apparently. My old hairdresser has moved on to greener pastures, so Dylan is cutting my hair again. He's got a Michael Jackson tattoo which is pretty tough. He was a funny guy though. We'll see how my head turns out in the end.

I haven't even written anything about crashing the car yet. That's how lame these past few days have been, I've been doing dumb shit like crashing cars. This morning I was driving Timothy, Damian and my brother to the airport. It was pretty early in the morning. Still dark. Tim has one of those U shaped driveways that you drive into and then drive out of. Unfortunately there was a blockage requiring me to reverse back the way that I came. Unfortuantely I was incapable of doing this and crushed the bumper bar. Luckily no-one was hurt. It's more annoying than anything. I'm going to have to get it repaired, and it's going to cost some money, but at the moment I don't give a fuck. I could not care less.

So yeah. I've got some weird shit going on and it is making me sleep, crash cars, sleep too much and swear alot. Good times! I'm not going to let myself near any alcohol for a little bit. That'll be too much I think.