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Is it 5pm yet?
Jul. 8th, 2004 01:22 pmI tell you, work sucks. But then you already knew that.
My shoulders and back are all in knots from stress, and I'm tired, showing signs of severe burn out and mild Male Depression (read the MSN article), and my mouth tastes of coke and spicy jack cheese.
But the boss is gone until Monday. Thank GAWD.
Woke up late as hell today, and got to work even later. But I've been churning down experts like The Terminator today ("you want an expert on Coxsacki Virus you say?" "You need an expert on bats?" "I need to find you an expert on fecalphilia? By what time?" "The guy peed on what and got electricuted? Huh?"), and am beyond punchy.
It's fun to not give a shit. I suggest that everyone try it at some point. It's a hoot!
But tonight, I shall go home, take a nap, maybe write some, and then head to downtown...for another night at The Smell. Ruff! That is unless I die. I might die. I'm tired enough, and pissed off enough that I might. But hey, I've died before (not in the literal sense, of course).
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I am strangely OK right now, for all of my pissdom. Strangely alright with things. I think that's because I have plans again...plans that are in motion, and maybe might come to fruition.
Now, if I can only get a date, I'll be okay (Match.com...what a weird way to shop...my lord, what have I resorted to? Oh, look! Booty! "And the devil won't get any of the booty...for JESUS will be getting all the booty..." I swear, if I get one more request from some white girl who's lookin' for her Ghetto Rap King, I'm gonna H. U. R. L.). (Man, my priorities are screwed, huh?)
My shoulders and back are all in knots from stress, and I'm tired, showing signs of severe burn out and mild Male Depression (read the MSN article), and my mouth tastes of coke and spicy jack cheese.
But the boss is gone until Monday. Thank GAWD.
Woke up late as hell today, and got to work even later. But I've been churning down experts like The Terminator today ("you want an expert on Coxsacki Virus you say?" "You need an expert on bats?" "I need to find you an expert on fecalphilia? By what time?" "The guy peed on what and got electricuted? Huh?"), and am beyond punchy.
It's fun to not give a shit. I suggest that everyone try it at some point. It's a hoot!
But tonight, I shall go home, take a nap, maybe write some, and then head to downtown...for another night at The Smell. Ruff! That is unless I die. I might die. I'm tired enough, and pissed off enough that I might. But hey, I've died before (not in the literal sense, of course).
****
I am strangely OK right now, for all of my pissdom. Strangely alright with things. I think that's because I have plans again...plans that are in motion, and maybe might come to fruition.
Now, if I can only get a date, I'll be okay (Match.com...what a weird way to shop...my lord, what have I resorted to? Oh, look! Booty! "And the devil won't get any of the booty...for JESUS will be getting all the booty..." I swear, if I get one more request from some white girl who's lookin' for her Ghetto Rap King, I'm gonna H. U. R. L.). (Man, my priorities are screwed, huh?)
