in the life of a weirdo...
I don't have a phone.
The last thing that I really want to do when I get home from work is spend some more time talking to more people. It really doesn't matter if they are good friends, family or hot, single lovelies. I simply can't be bothered to keep a working phone around. There's a payphone accross the street if I get desperate enough to want to order in a pizza. I don't really care about keeping up with my student loan officer, except via letter. My sister lives next door, and my parents live in town. If I want to talk to my family, I just go and visit. People who really need to get in touch with me know to contact my parents. They pass on a message.
I feel like I am withdrawing a bit from my old social life. I guess, in a way, I specifically took the night shift so that I wouldn't be tempted to spend wasted evenings in smoke-filled bars. The social life is tempting in some ways, but in the end, non-productive at best. Wasted intimacy on a few drunken moments. I was bored of it, and found a way to get out of it.
Work is all right. Systems 'upgrade' at night so it gives us a window of about an hour or two to do nothing but while away time by spreading the news. Any news. It's been funny, but things get downright catty. I do my best to take cover, and read a book instead. I made it to the gym once this week. I'm going to need to go more. I can feel my ass getting wider each week.
I never see my crush any more. I haven't found anyone to take his place.
Yet.