I just finished reading the tenth book in the Southern Vampire Mysteries. “Dead in the Family” was supposed to be the last but I guess CH was contracted for 3 more so she’s gotta squeeze more out of it. It only took me 5, maybe 6, hours to read it. That’s pretty sad. It wasn’t bad though it did jump around a lot. It wasn’t as exciting as the others either. Something was lacking or perhaps it could be that I changed. It seemed sadder and yet just not as intriguing as it should be. Then again I read it straight through in no time. It was as if the story was rushed and pieced together too quickly for a “mystery” and ended much too soon. Gotta keep that gravy train a rollin’ I suppose. I like the direction Alan Ball is taking with True Blood. It’s similar to the book plotline but he’s branching off just enough so it’s like experiencing a new story. He’s so silly too, I know the Lafayette/Jesus thing is his touch, gotta be.
When night falls in I start to get depressed especially since I have no friends that want to do anything anymore. They’re all wrapped up in their own lives. I need to find new friends. I sit at home and I don’t feel like going on the internet, I don’t feel like watching TV, and ever since I’ve been single I’ve had nothing to look forward to once I woke up in the morning, worked through the day, and got off at night. I don’t feel like working out. I’m just floating by in this world and that sucks. Maybe tomorrow will be better. I do have some things I would like to get done.
The morning usually brings happier times as I have the whole day to look forward to. I do admit at times it’s even harder than at night - when I don’t get sleep and the day just seems like a mere extension of the night. I hate those mornings. Luckily my night sleep has gotten somewhat better as of late which means my mornings are good.
I really don’t know what I want out of life. I want to be happy, this I know for sure. It’s the “how-to” part I’m having trouble with. I’m sort of happy now but I’m missing something or someone which means I’m not where I want to be. Does that make sense? In any case, tomorrow is a new day and with it comes a chance for refreshed hopes and dreams. :)