A slow, slow rush.
Last night I took a sleeping pill this woman at work gave to me. It really did help me sleep. But, when my alarm went off this morning, I was so tired and mixed up, I thought it was Sunday and just turned it off and went back to sleep. Then, Luke started knocking on my door and asked me if I "wanted to go." I thought he was asking me if I wanted to go to the flea market, because it was Sunday in my head. So, I jumped up, and then soon after realized it was Monday and we were headed to work. I hate being in a rush, and everything seemed to piss me off. Going to work in a bad mood is a horrible feeling. To top it off, I couldn't find my cigarettes.
Well, while I was at work, still tired as hell, I made some coffee and walked over to these doors that swing open. Of course, I had to be holding hot coffee, wearing my brand new shirt, and wearing my half-awake brain. This crazy woman who works with me opened the door at the same time I was trying to go in, and the door hit the hand I was holding the coffee with and it spilled all over my arm and on my new shirt. It burned like a mother fucker! This crazy woman yelled at me, and told me I should be going through the right door. Slap in the face.
Well, it's lunch now. And, that cursive CD made everything go away.
Oriental Ramen noodles, again. We're having a thanksgiving lunch tomorrow. Everyone is bringing in something. I'm bringing green bean casserole. I saw on the list that someone is bring a case of bud light. I love these alcoholic potheads I work with, I swear.
I repierced my lip this weekend. And, it's a pain in the ass to eat this ramen.
My birthday is this Saturday.
Well, while I was at work, still tired as hell, I made some coffee and walked over to these doors that swing open. Of course, I had to be holding hot coffee, wearing my brand new shirt, and wearing my half-awake brain. This crazy woman who works with me opened the door at the same time I was trying to go in, and the door hit the hand I was holding the coffee with and it spilled all over my arm and on my new shirt. It burned like a mother fucker! This crazy woman yelled at me, and told me I should be going through the right door. Slap in the face.
Well, it's lunch now. And, that cursive CD made everything go away.
Oriental Ramen noodles, again. We're having a thanksgiving lunch tomorrow. Everyone is bringing in something. I'm bringing green bean casserole. I saw on the list that someone is bring a case of bud light. I love these alcoholic potheads I work with, I swear.
I repierced my lip this weekend. And, it's a pain in the ass to eat this ramen.
My birthday is this Saturday.