I'm sick like a motherfucker.
I woke up this morning, running to stick my head in the toilet. But because I'm stupid and stubborn, I still went to work for 7of 8 hours. It was an important day for my work and for the inventory I control; but the world woulda survived without me. I just have trouble trusting other people to do the job correctly. I think I'd make a real bad boss for that very reason.
My nose is raw andI don't feel like doing anything. If I had done coke, at least I woulda had had a reasonably good time before the shitty feelings.
And to top it off, I was supposed to go tommorrow to meet Radiofrank and the others from the SGTO group. I was also supposed to meet Frank's friend, the pretty and, from what Frank says, awesome PresidentNumber2. If I'm not feeling considerably better, I'm gonna have to back out. I feel like a bag of well-used hockey pucks, and don't want to give this to anyone else.
In other news, I'm an idiot and forgot the movie I rented at work. Since I moved to this town in september, I am yet to bring back a movie on time. I have nothing in the way of a sense of time.
I just watched the SG girls DVD on the old big screen in my basement. My mom has taken my dad to the doctor's office, so it's the first time I could watch it on an actual television (As opposed to my computer at midnight with the volume practically turned off.) One of the reasons I'll be happy to move out of parents basement at the end of the month.
Though I still feel like a bit of a jerk for moving out. My ex-girlfriend delayed her schooling so she could move in the basement of her 87 grandfather and 83 year old grandmother. She's their ferry service/cook/general labourer. And here I am moving out when my dad just had his second leg cut off.
I don't usually try and compare myself to other people, and now I remember why.
For those who I may or may not see tommorrow, I hope I feel better. For those who can't come at all on Saturday, I'll hope to see you at karaoke. For everyone else, have yourselves a lovely and productive(or unproductive, depending on your disposition) weekend.
I woke up this morning, running to stick my head in the toilet. But because I'm stupid and stubborn, I still went to work for 7of 8 hours. It was an important day for my work and for the inventory I control; but the world woulda survived without me. I just have trouble trusting other people to do the job correctly. I think I'd make a real bad boss for that very reason.
My nose is raw andI don't feel like doing anything. If I had done coke, at least I woulda had had a reasonably good time before the shitty feelings.
And to top it off, I was supposed to go tommorrow to meet Radiofrank and the others from the SGTO group. I was also supposed to meet Frank's friend, the pretty and, from what Frank says, awesome PresidentNumber2. If I'm not feeling considerably better, I'm gonna have to back out. I feel like a bag of well-used hockey pucks, and don't want to give this to anyone else.
In other news, I'm an idiot and forgot the movie I rented at work. Since I moved to this town in september, I am yet to bring back a movie on time. I have nothing in the way of a sense of time.
I just watched the SG girls DVD on the old big screen in my basement. My mom has taken my dad to the doctor's office, so it's the first time I could watch it on an actual television (As opposed to my computer at midnight with the volume practically turned off.) One of the reasons I'll be happy to move out of parents basement at the end of the month.
Though I still feel like a bit of a jerk for moving out. My ex-girlfriend delayed her schooling so she could move in the basement of her 87 grandfather and 83 year old grandmother. She's their ferry service/cook/general labourer. And here I am moving out when my dad just had his second leg cut off.
I don't usually try and compare myself to other people, and now I remember why.
For those who I may or may not see tommorrow, I hope I feel better. For those who can't come at all on Saturday, I'll hope to see you at karaoke. For everyone else, have yourselves a lovely and productive(or unproductive, depending on your disposition) weekend.
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Don't beat yourself up, either. You are who you are, and there's nothing wrong with it.
I'll try coming back before the summer.