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Fuck, I can't think! I got about three hours of sleep last night, and I'm--well, I'm not exhausted, but I certainly should be. I'm running on pure caffeine and adrenaline now, so I'm not tired, but I'm incapable of things like thinking and editing what comes out of my mouth. Work tonight should be fun. Yes, that's right, I'm working the evening shift today, which probably means a bit more caffeine to stay up for it, and then I'll be up all night again tonight, and the whole thing will just keep repeating until the weekend. Fuck. Mentally, I just want to go curl up and crash. Physically? Who knows? I want to go take a walk or something, but it's raining and 40-something degrees out, so that's probably not a great idea. I have tomorrow off, and there's so much shit that I need to do that I really have to be coherent. So I have to sleep tonight. But...Ugh. I think I realized around 1AM that there's a hell of a lot more time in the day when you don't waste half of it sleeping. Probably not the greatest philosophy, but there you go.
Oh, and quote/snippet of the day from yesterday on the way out of the grocery store with Mom->
Jazzy:*reads packaging on a box* See, this is good. They support...stuff. And donate and stuff. It's good.
Mom:...*eyes Jazzy* You would make a great stoner, you know that?
Oh, and quote/snippet of the day from yesterday on the way out of the grocery store with Mom->
Jazzy:*reads packaging on a box* See, this is good. They support...stuff. And donate and stuff. It's good.
Mom:...*eyes Jazzy* You would make a great stoner, you know that?