Oct 05, 2003 22:48
Work/POG sucked, Jenn's a lazy bitch, I'm sick (allergies turned into sinus infection and now I'm on antibiotics) and don't get to see Angela, I need to write a How To Be A Pirate speech, and I'm in a horrrrrrible mood.
I have to sit here not sleeping for the rest of the night. Punished for being sick I guess. I just ate and I'm still hungry.
Everyone's favorite thing to talk about is themsleves.
My mom used to tell me that I should always wear clean underwear in case I died, so I wasn't buried in dirty underwear.
My fingers are freeezing.. So cold down here.
Erick is online. If it were anyone else, I'd jump at the chance to make small talk, but for some reason I just can't bring myself to IM him.
Albert has an away message up. Since I wrote him a note, it's his turn to make an effort, right? If he wants to call/email, he will.
Good night darlings. I'd rather be dead than be how I am today.