Summerino

Eh bien,

For the majority of summer I have been working working working, as in I have no days off and Im sleep deprived, it kind of felt like when in high school times I had all this homework and books to read and orchestra practice and etc. It's been pretty boring for the most part, I go from a place in the ghetto with a lot of ignorant people that don't even know how to write and think a debit card is a credit card to talking with a chemical engineer that sounds like a hobbo and is incredibly rude. People are strange and I am strange.

So I picked up a Chekov book filled with short stories two of which are quite famous and quintesentially Chekov, and while I enjoy his style it always leaves me depressed. I shall call it the "Russian stuff," he reminds me of random conversations I have with myself.

Working for a small ghetto company is draining, the lack of resources and sorroundings astound me.

I got another haircut Im not sure I like it, it makes me look old and dang I think it's too short. :(

Do you remember when I made a label for you?