Tomorrow, I die.
Tomorrow I have to work a tournament here 120 people are coming. 120 people where the majority of them are going to be smashingly drunk.
Which, whoohoo on tips. Booo on my stress level/knee. I may die at the end of the day. Especially since I have to get up the next morning and open at 630. I'm not sure if I am actually going to make it. I don't think I will. I think heavy sedation may need to be involved. Pain killers. Morphine. Vodka.
The works.
But hey, money is money, right? And all that matters is that I'm trying to kick ass as much as possible and make as much as possible.
Even if I feel as though I am utterly alone.
But hey, we all have the little things we have to get through to make it through life.
This one's mine.
Which, whoohoo on tips. Booo on my stress level/knee. I may die at the end of the day. Especially since I have to get up the next morning and open at 630. I'm not sure if I am actually going to make it. I don't think I will. I think heavy sedation may need to be involved. Pain killers. Morphine. Vodka.
The works.
But hey, money is money, right? And all that matters is that I'm trying to kick ass as much as possible and make as much as possible.
Even if I feel as though I am utterly alone.
But hey, we all have the little things we have to get through to make it through life.
This one's mine.