Turn around bright eyes

Why am I so obsessed with posting sh*t? As soon as I have nothing to do at work, I turn to you, my sweet, sweet blog. You'll never leave me, right? I invited my friend Tim to come hang out at my apartment tonight, but somehow he didn't find this very appealing. Maybe it's the fact that I said, "I have no money, so the only thing we can do is sit at my apartment." I should have built it up or at least used a little inflection in my voice. "Let's hang out at my apartment!" That would have done the trick. I have "Total Eclipse of the Heart" on rotation in my head. Turn around... Every now and then I get a little bit lonely and you're never coming 'round...I don't mind it so much. It's the Bonnie Tyler version, not that remake from the mid-90's. I can't afford to go out and that depresses me. Many of my plans are being affected by the fact that I'm broke. Like my plan to eat. I literally rationed soup last night, I told myself I couldn't eat the entire can, that I had to save some for tonight. I should use this week to read the book Ashley and I chose for our first official book club. It's only official in the sense that I just called it official, we don't have a creed or emblem or anything fancy like that. The book is "You shall know our velocity" by Dave Eggers. I love this guy, loved HWOSG, as the cool kids call it. I also love his "And now a less informed opinion" articles in Spin. I remember when I read HWOSG, I had such a crush on him, I loved his writing style, I found him funny and endearing and loved that he could be such an a**hole. I just used "love" 4 times. That's sad, I obviously don't hold much value in the word. I need to start obsessing over real people, real in the sense that I actually know them. Or maybe not obsess at all.
Reagan