Jul 25, 2009 00:08
So, I am tired.
Shock!
I have so much to talk of. Amazing time spent with friends. A horrible day at work which resulted in many seeing the angry version of myself for the first time. If you want to see me give a negative opinion, simply refuse to let me eat for nine hours a day after having one too many alcoholic drinks.
I have to go to bed. I have to go to work in ten hours. Plenty of time to sleep, but not nearly enough time to relax.
I do have to mention though that I haven't heard from Denver in two days! Not since a thank you e-mail regarding sending faxes. Is this good or bad? It has now been a week since my drug test; did I pass? Three days of a background check; I am assuming I don't have any outstanding warrants for my arrest. Do you think that they would find out about my difficulty in paying for health bills? I hope that they would at least ask what they are about before banning me from the state.
Wow. I can feel muscles I never knew I had ask me to sleep. A glass of water, a quick brush (fuck flossing) and then sleep... Shit. I must first mention two very important dreams I had last night: one where I was explaining to Dust Hoffman's character in the film Tootsie how to be a decent father, and the other where the Cedar Point bus fell into the lake and squeezed my neck against a dock and I could feel my throat being crushed.
What do they mean?
Now. More dreams...