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23 May 2011 @ 04:12 pm
woke from what little sleep i could manage with frequency, dysuria and looping/nightmare/stomach ache from a recent drama. sometimes i wish i could safely extract this tortuous bit of meat between my ears and scrub it out with doc bronners, it knows better than to scream shit like that all night at such a vulnerable girl, and, yet. working tonight until 11PM AND I BETTER SELL SELL SELL OR THE COMPANY WILL GO UNDER MILLIONS OF PEOPLE WILL BE OUT OF WORK AND IT WILL ALL BE MY FAULT.

if i'm solely responsible for the company's survival, shouldn't they be paying me better?

so: pissed at my body, fed up with LJ, mantraing "SHUT UP BRAIN OR I'LL STAB YOU WITH A TOOTHPICK." what a great way to start the week!

oh, monday, if my time in baltimore hadn't made me that much more a proponent of gun control, i'd stuff you in a barrel and empty a round.
mood: at least peeing got better.