2003-10-11 - 9:51 a.m.
It's Saturday. I'm at work.
What was I thinking!? Seriously.
Did I say "Self, I know what to do! Since Pickle is with his Dad this weekend, commit to working on Saturday because your desk is a disaster and you're drowning in work, and THEN why don't you stay in the city on Friday, go out with your friends, get drunk, stay out REALLY late and then get up at the ass crack of dawn and go to work! Yeah! That's a great idea. Damn we're good"
Yeah. Who needs crack? Apparently my brain produces it's own.
So I've wasted the first 20 minutes looking at diaries and attempting to keep my eye's open. I think I'll head into the kitchen, make some coffee and grab some toothpicks to keep my eye's open... at least until the caffeine kicks in.
I should have taken DayQuil like I did this time last year. I love you, you giant fucking Q
A.G.
