Death has become of me.
Last few days I've been sick as a dog. I didn't get my tattoo yet, had to make a new appointment, need to wait another 3 weeks. Damn. Fucking disease. Jesus christ. Hell Monday I was only awake for 4 hours total.

So..today? I'm sick and dying, my boss is too. It's me and him for dinner. He's napping in the office, comes into the kitchen for 20 minutes during dinner, looks at me and says "i can't be in the kitchen, I'm going to throw up, you have to do this solo tonight" and heads out. Fun. Sick Sous, alone in the kitchen.

It was a good night. And by good, I mean terrible.