Mar 22, 2006 04:50
Watching the credits for Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Again.
My body refuses to sleep.
I have work in the morning. I just feel terrible.
My head is pounding and my stomach is all messed up and I don't know why.
I just might call out. I'm so sick of Target.
The other day, I had a four hour shift from 9-1. Easy right? I felt like shit the entire time. And I asked to leave twenty minutes early but they wouldn't let me. You see, everybody else that was supposed to come in that morning called out like smart people. Oh, and one girl came in, but then started crying and went home. So it was me, gail, and a couple others until 1, when I left, then I think two more people came in.
I do need to get out of the house.
But it is 5 o' clock in the morning.
If I fell asleep now I'd get less than five hours of sleep.
I just want to hide in my bed for the rest of forever.
Someone's name in the credits is "Gruff Owens"
How awesome is that?