babybeezer

I. Am. Exhausted.

But I look good. Apparently, I'm going out tonight. Celebrating the end of work at a coworkers house in Pacific Heights. But after a 10 hour work day in 100 degree weather I'm not exactly ready to rock. More like ready to sleep like a baby.

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it's now 10:30 and I'm willing myself to stay awake and trying to fill the time before I can leave the house and go to this goddamn party, because nobody will be there for another hour.

You know what? I'm a goddamn morning person, and I hate that in order to have a social life I have to conform to the schedule of all you night people. You know how miserable most people are when you wake them up at 6am and expect them to function and be chipper? That's me, RIGHT NOW at 10:30 at night, and I'll only get worse as the minutes slide by. (granted, I'm not usually this tired by 10:30, but today was a looooooooong and hard day.)

I am an ANGRY morning person right now.

I don't even want to go to the party anymore. But I have to. Because I promised everyone I'd be there, and this is probably my last chance to see some of these people. Forever.

Fuck.