Stage one sucks.
Something is wrong with my email on my blackberry.
Why is this idiot talking so fucking LOUDLY to a woman less than three feet from him?
I think I'm allergic to not seeing HatGirl. It's been almost three days, and I've been stopped-up for almost three days. Coincidence? Why take the chance?
I'm not having any fun today. I think that my head is about to explode from sinus pressure.
This morning all of the cement in my head has fully hardened.
This Natalie girl is hot. A bitch, but a hot bitch.
Take that, universe!
My cat Buddy decided that it wasn't a good idea for me to take a nap. He was
What to do now? Take a nap even though I know that my dreams will be bad, or
tough it out and hope that I'm so sleepy later that the stage one dreams
don't keep me awake all night?
Stage three achieved.
I guess I must be feeling better, because I've entered the same old mental cycle again. Right now, I'm in stage two. It's the only stage that's any fun.
Somebody snuck into my house last night and pumped my head full of cement.
I wish I wasn't dying or I'd go out to my garage and drink a beer and watch
I'm back home now. I had fun, even though I'm coming down with something.
Driving home sick wasn't very enjoyable.
Happy birthday, StupidGirl!
Meanwhile, the Reds blew another lead. They suck.
Had a nice night with HatGirl at Rich O's. Now I'm home and debating whether
to just go to sleep or maybe go outside and drink a Marzen.
By the way, this is all happening right in front of my property. The truck
ended up in a ditch in my woods.
First they said one fatality, then they said just a little doggie was
killed. Now they're saying no serious injuries.
I'm sitting at Bearno's in the middle of the day. That's how bored I am.