One sheep, two sheep, three o'clock, four

I have nothing to live for. I woke up today at noon, and didn't get out of bed until 1:30. I don't have to be at work till four, I only have to medicate one mouse, check on one cat, and eat one meal. And I couldn't fall asleep last night either. Possibly, this whoe getting up late is screwing with my schedule, but on the days I don't work early, I cannot drag myself out of bed before noon. There is no purpose. The mouse will get medicated sometime, and with five days of treatement done and five days left, he is itching less and running around more.
I would like to think that work is the paradise I came home for. But its not. Each time, I prove myself an idiot, the Village Idiot, Jefferson Village. They must see something, cuz they keep me around, but I don't see it, other than as a list of abysmal percentages. School starts soon, and I won't have any money to pay for books or to buy myself some solitude at the neighborhood coffeeshop. THis whole having a housemate thing isn't so great either. Like having a roommate but there is more room for them to ditch their shit for you to trip over. And then my housemate keeps just walking into my room. Hello! Its my room, its where I go when I want some "me-time." Maybe I should have thought more than twice when deciding to move in with my best friend and extra appendage. No longer is my space my space, and its (also) my own damn fault. Good ole days of Wahlstrom, I miss you!(though I like my new airconditioner, especially since it hasn't been below 100 this whole week.