Waiting to hear about a location to pick something up. Thought I'd have that info by now, but I don't. Waiting on someone to arrive at my house. Thought they might be here tonight, looks like tomorrow. My back hurts. The people I was supposed to meet up with tonight didn't show.
I'm either a saint or a masochist. Maybe both. I'm too tired to care. Sometimes I wonder when it'll be my turn to NOT be the one who gets shoved aside...then I realize that this is the way it is, because I choose not to be an asshole. And saying all that makes me sound like I'm trying to be a martyr, and that's annoying.
Fuck it, I'm going to bed.