Sun, Subconsious, and Gas Money

The sun is shining and I'm on the internet. Something is definitely wrong with this picture, but I just woke up so I'm cutting myself a little slack. I'll be outside shortly, don't anybody panic.

I had one of those dreams last night where he abandons me and makes me feel generally bad about everything. I haven't had one of those in a long time and I'm not sure where this one came from. I think I've been really good lately at not being a total jerk or pathetic loser about things, even though I would choose differently, if the choice were up to me. But I can see I still have this terrible fear of losing him for good and feeling bad when he doesn't. Stupid subconscious. Always screwing everything up. Why couldn't I just have the maze dream instead?

I hate holidays. In case I've never made that clear, I am right now. I hate them because all of my normal friends get to do fun stuff and not work, while I'm slaving away at some goofy concocted "money-maker" at work. And of course, it never is a money-maker; it's only goofy. And overstaffed. So instead of making a respectable amount of money, I end up with just about enough to put gas in my car. Not enough to pay the rent, like it should be. So all you ten-percenters, go somewhere else. I don't want your fucking quarters for you taking up my precious holiday time. Grill out, you cheap, rude bastards.