Work week ends

Last day of the so called work week. Wonder why we call it that? Not like I don't work on the weekends. I may not do shit that I get paid for but I do shit that is imperative to do so I am able to do shit that I get pay for the rest of the time...odd, whatever.

Another day of relishing in dizzyness. Hopefully striking less fear within ones self than yesterday. At times caring to want to be here is hard. Sometimes I want the easy road out. Trying to find ones grounding once again. I seem to misplace mine often.

Peace.