My Mom is Moving in - and Other Depressing-ness.

I hate weekends that suck. This weekend was kind of a downer. In a nutshell it went like this:
got my hair cut, took a nap in a crappy hotel room, went out drinking in Santa Cruz, got drenched in the rain, ran into some people I hate, got angry drunk because the scene sucked, and slept the rest of the weekend. Lame.

In other news, mi Madre is moving in this Sunday. Good because she gets to leave NJ for CA. Bad because I have to live with my Mom for an undetermined amount of time. Really bad because now I can't smoke in my house. Hey, at least I know where my priorities fall.

To boot, work is getting worse by the day with no end in sight. My social life is steadily becoming restricted to a small circle of work friends because I have no time for anyone else.

And Christmas is rapidly approaching while my bank account is steadily dwindling.

I think this all amounts to one thing: it's beer-thirty.

Fuck.