I'm tired but I have too much to get done to sleep.
Last night Ian and Pam showed up randomly. I ended up hanging out with them and we met up with Marty and his friend Katy(sp?) at King Tuts but they were packed so we got mexican food next door and we all went back to my house where we drank and watched Basekettball and Snatch until I started to pass out. So, yeah. Nothing too exciting but it was fun hanging out with those kids anyway. I went to bed at 1:00AM. My alarm was set to wake me up at 4:00AM because I had to catch a bus to work at 5:00. I woke up four times within the three hours that I was actually in bed. Each time, I jumped out of bed with the dramatic suspicion that I was late for work. So that was how I started my day...stressful. I got to drive around a bit at work. That would have been a good thing if I wasn't dozing off all fucking day. I started to make myself nervous...especially when I saw a car accident on the 51 I think it was. The car was flipped upside down. I didnt see any blood or anything. That either means they came and picked up the bodies already or there was nothing left of them because there is no way anyone survived. The fucking hunk of metal was mangled and twisted and charred like it had caught fire or exploded. A few road signs appeared to be knotted around and/or fused to parts of the visible frame. Don't ask me how I got that much detail out of it while driving by at 80 mph. Everything seems to go in slow motion when you haven't been sleeping well.