Today at work sucked. I really hated being there. I came home between shifts and shoveled the walk… That felt good to do. I felt less mental, or maybe a better word would be: emotional, than yesterday, which was good. When I came home from the dinner shift, my dad had laid the lyrics to Hootie and the Blowfish’s “Let Her Cry” on my couch. Why did he pick that song of all the songs in the world? Why that one? I hate having mental or emotional attachments to specific songs. I talked to Katie briefly, worked on a computer problem for dad and now I’m on my way to bed. A long day needs a long rest.