they lied . . . hard work has killed people
I'm sleepy and hungry.
I'm sitting on this comfy chair with wheels at work.
Yes, I work.
If you you can actually call what I do technical work.
I've seen to have fallen into a specific pattern here - I arrive at two PM sharp (give or take ten to fifteen minutes), say hello to the lady in charge or my daily tasks, do whatever simple procedure of delivering papers or photocopying shit that has been asked of me, and then spend the rest of the two and a half hours I have left either standing in the hall like an idiot, or sneaking on to the computer and feeling like a really bad worker-person.
I went on Amazon and Ebay, looking for accessories for my [soon to be] uber-awesome Dorothy costume for the upcoming halloween.
I'm choosing to ignore the fact that I currently have absolutely no plans for that night.
Whatever, I wanna dress up and I want free effin' candy.
Why is it that whenever I have homework to complete time slips past me before I even notice it was there? But no, here the seconds inch their way by in this very evil kind of way, and I'm getting a backache.
I still have an hour to kill.
I'm hungry.
I'm considering reading some slash, but then I might go to hell - and then get fired. I really want my paycheck, so I guess that's a no.
Would they notice if I took a nap?
Oh gosh, I am so destined for failure. I can't even keep myself effin' entertained - I keep on having fantasies about the candy bars in the vending machine downstairs.
Not eating breakfast and deciding to not bring money for lunch is not a smart decision on my part.
Oh, aren't there supposed to be a bunch of uber nice looking guys at college? I'm not saying I plan to get asked out by one, but the eye candy would be nice. Throw me a Jensen over here! College life really kind of isn't awesome.
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I want food.
and supernatural.
and to be able to leave.