Holidays Suck. A Lot.
So, in yet another attempt at being kind to my body, my fellow workers, and the publick whom I serve, I opted to pass up the tradtional New Years parties that I was invited to. Now, originally this was a good idea. My body doesn't love me so much if I do not give it sleep and attempt to work my early morning shift. Unfortunately I had the urge to nap this afternoon. When my body talks to me, I listen, generally. In this case I should have told it to go shove it's tiredness up soneone elses behind, because now I am sitting here, typing this, alone, rather than out with friends or family, having a merry time and bowing things up. Why does my body hate me so?
In other news, I am going to kill my father. Any objections? No? Good. This is all. Ta.
In other news, I am going to kill my father. Any objections? No? Good. This is all. Ta.