MY GOD, CAT. GO GET A JOB!
I am seriously a little fucked up right now and I am amaze that I can even type right now. Today kind of sucked; not in the, 'my life is totally screwed' kind of way, but in the 'I haven't been productive and nothing is going the way i want it' kind of way. I haven't slept in a couple days because my ass hair of a cat is in heat and, because she'ss suffering, insists on making everyone within a 100 yard radius insomniac and absolutely fucking miserable. Three hours later, a run through Halls of Reflection (/warcraft), 15mg of percocet, two and a half beers and a bowll of weed later and I'm am finally finding myself falling asleep in my computer chair. And instead of writing in my journal as I originally intended on doing, I feel crawling into bed and passing the fuck out sounds like a much better plan.
Goodnight!
Goodnight!