Woke up at 4:00pm, my body is sore all over from playing a double-header in softball in another town. The few beers and the xanax i took the night before didn't make me feel much better today.

I should call this girl finally, but I can't find her number. It's only a matter of time before I run into her at the bar I met her at Sunday night and took her home. I know this is going to be bad news. I promised I would call and I intend to, if only I could find her number.

I cleaned up the house quite a bit since I don't have to work today.

It is the end of the month which means I have to collect rent and utilities from my roomates, which is something I despise. When are these bums going to pay me my money on time? Perhaps when they quit buying pot and beer everyday.