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so heres to having a pretty shitty weekend
i guess it started on thursday when i first realized "hey i feel like dog shit" i went to the show at the iron horse, where to my suprise the one person i wanted to see play wasnt on due to illness. fuck. overall though it was a pretty good show, quick but good
friday i had to work, wanted to die pretty much all day cause i felt so shitty. then friday night i dont knw what the fuck happened but i got the most INSANE chest pains, i had to leave kyles wicked early and on the way home which turned out to be a 45 minute drive due to the fact that i had to keep fucking stopping..so id dint get home till 11.30 oh thats right, i needed to be up by 6 on sat..well fuck that
sat i took my SATS. which i bombed. i honestly couldnt stop sniffling and the only thing i could think about was putting on sweats and going back to bed. so there i was huddled over my desk, all conjested and retarded. more crazy chest pains were to be had later on that night
i didnt end up going to the simulcast for weight watchers. in a way i was kinda disappointed but i was pretty relieved. i was so fucking sick, and so tired, i didnt feel like trying to drive through hartford. plus, i really dont know anyone in the company except for a very select group of women.
so here i am today, hoping that this is gonnabe an easy week and i feel better real soon.
thursday i turn 18!!! yesss.
i guess it started on thursday when i first realized "hey i feel like dog shit" i went to the show at the iron horse, where to my suprise the one person i wanted to see play wasnt on due to illness. fuck. overall though it was a pretty good show, quick but good
friday i had to work, wanted to die pretty much all day cause i felt so shitty. then friday night i dont knw what the fuck happened but i got the most INSANE chest pains, i had to leave kyles wicked early and on the way home which turned out to be a 45 minute drive due to the fact that i had to keep fucking stopping..so id dint get home till 11.30 oh thats right, i needed to be up by 6 on sat..well fuck that
sat i took my SATS. which i bombed. i honestly couldnt stop sniffling and the only thing i could think about was putting on sweats and going back to bed. so there i was huddled over my desk, all conjested and retarded. more crazy chest pains were to be had later on that night
i didnt end up going to the simulcast for weight watchers. in a way i was kinda disappointed but i was pretty relieved. i was so fucking sick, and so tired, i didnt feel like trying to drive through hartford. plus, i really dont know anyone in the company except for a very select group of women.
so here i am today, hoping that this is gonnabe an easy week and i feel better real soon.
thursday i turn 18!!! yesss.