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I had the weirdest day today. Well, I'm wasn't really feeling good to start with, so I'm a really foul mood. I woke up feeling a little off, and I couldn't really get my head together. It's that sort of half-dead feeling you get when you're really hung over, but I didn't drink anything last night, so I dunno what's going on. I kept making stupid mistakes at work, and then I was sitting at my desk this afternoon reading the news, and I guess I just passed the hell out.
It was dark when I came around, and man, the place was dead. Nothing left of my co-workers, either. I guess everyone fled early on a Friday, ha ha. I was feeling kind of cold and stiff and I think I hit my head on the desk when I passed out, so I sent my boss an email to tell him I was going home a little early, logged off the computer and went home. I hope the cleaning guy will get the blood. I must have hit the desk HARD, but I'm not bleeding now, so I guess I'm good.
Freeway was weirdly empty, but I had to park out in BFE because of all the stupid-ass club douches that invade the neighborhood every weekend. *sigh* And they were being more obnoxious than usual, too. As soon as I got out of the car, some dude yelled at me from his window. I didn't really catch what he was screaming, but I'd like to see him try and walk with rigor mortis.
And then, this gaggle of people were pointing at me while I was standing on Sunset and Las Palmas waiting for the light to change. Fuck you, man. I lived here. Just 'cuz I'm a little putrefying and not all tarted up like some extra on Entourage, it doesn't give you a right to be a dick.
Then, I was shambling up Wilcox when this ditz walked around the corner, bumped into me, and started screaming. Right in my ear, too. I guess I scared her, but Jesus. Get over it, drama queen.
No one in this town has any brains, especially on a Friday night. Braaaaaaaaaains, that's what they need. Sheesh.
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On another note, I guess I'm feeling better, 'cuz I am starving. Maybe I'll go out for a bite later.
It was dark when I came around, and man, the place was dead. Nothing left of my co-workers, either. I guess everyone fled early on a Friday, ha ha. I was feeling kind of cold and stiff and I think I hit my head on the desk when I passed out, so I sent my boss an email to tell him I was going home a little early, logged off the computer and went home. I hope the cleaning guy will get the blood. I must have hit the desk HARD, but I'm not bleeding now, so I guess I'm good.
Freeway was weirdly empty, but I had to park out in BFE because of all the stupid-ass club douches that invade the neighborhood every weekend. *sigh* And they were being more obnoxious than usual, too. As soon as I got out of the car, some dude yelled at me from his window. I didn't really catch what he was screaming, but I'd like to see him try and walk with rigor mortis.
And then, this gaggle of people were pointing at me while I was standing on Sunset and Las Palmas waiting for the light to change. Fuck you, man. I lived here. Just 'cuz I'm a little putrefying and not all tarted up like some extra on Entourage, it doesn't give you a right to be a dick.
Then, I was shambling up Wilcox when this ditz walked around the corner, bumped into me, and started screaming. Right in my ear, too. I guess I scared her, but Jesus. Get over it, drama queen.
No one in this town has any brains, especially on a Friday night. Braaaaaaaaaains, that's what they need. Sheesh.
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On another note, I guess I'm feeling better, 'cuz I am starving. Maybe I'll go out for a bite later.