I still don't know why I write this damned thing, and very rarely at that. I'm concidering going into baking. Heh and I guess why I'm writing this tonight is because the boy is away so I can write in peace.

I have an odd feeling, or writing problem, I seem to always mess up my p, d, b, q's when typing and in hand written words. I'm not sure why but I find them interchangable. I read a book on hand writting annalisus which I found entriguging and I've just been trying to learn more about myself in general.

Boy and I got a ferret, his name is Enni, short for Ennilang, he with the wide forehead. He's a little rascle but I love him. I'm tired and I'm not really sure why I'm writing this I just know I am. Probably procrastinating on cleaning out Enni's poop box.

But onto more interesting manners. Tonight at work I went to set up and it seems the sake machine went crazy because when I turned it on (and walked away, like I usually do) it decided to spew out lots of hot sake on the ground, so that put a damper into the begining of my night, a big damper as I had to clean it all up before starting to set up everything else. Crapzor. But about 7 or so towels later and a good bit of rinsing them I was done that and went on with my other boring work. And the night went fairly smoothly after that. The walk home was uneventful aswell. I'm glad though that the boy did decide to leave me a note, as short as it was that he loves me, it made me smile. Even though he didn't take out the garbage like he said he would.

He's starting his own leather crafting trade, and he's been making lots but so far hasn't fully pulled though on any of it. Got commisioned for a piece, made it, the guy hasn't paid so far so it's sitting at home collecting dust. There have been talk of other commisions but so far none are getting done. I feel utterly useless in the whole matter, other then the provider. I feel like the man of this all instead of the woman, I want to be pampered, I want to stay home. I want to be lavished with kisses and love and massages. Mmmmm massages.

I miss my old work at The Keg, as much as I hated it then. Atleast I could be more meish, if that makes any sense at all. I have no idea where I'm going with this. Oh right, I miss my friends, they're all busy with their own lives and I guess I haven't reached out to them enough, or something, I'm not sure. I've made a 'friend wall' with old pictures of my friends on it, it's just a corner by my desk with the startings of a collage. But all I'm really doing is procrastinating so I should clean out Enni's poop box and go to bed.

Good night, till another day, time and maybe even place but probably not.