Oooh... dick move
My co-worker (the one I actually like) called at 9pm to ask if I could work for him tomorrow, since his girlfriend's flight got delayed and he had to go get her.
I said no. What seemed fairly justifiable at the time (the fact that if I left the Annex right then and there, I'd still only get about five hours of sleep after food and shower and waiting for the caffeine to wear off) now seems pretty dick-ish.
Dammit. Seriously... these mood swings? Fucking murder. I'm amazed I haven't beaten someone yet. I mean, I've yet to smoke, but it's not getting any easier. Here's to hoping my big bottle o' welbutrin makes tomorrow a little more of an even keel.
I said no. What seemed fairly justifiable at the time (the fact that if I left the Annex right then and there, I'd still only get about five hours of sleep after food and shower and waiting for the caffeine to wear off) now seems pretty dick-ish.
Dammit. Seriously... these mood swings? Fucking murder. I'm amazed I haven't beaten someone yet. I mean, I've yet to smoke, but it's not getting any easier. Here's to hoping my big bottle o' welbutrin makes tomorrow a little more of an even keel.