corpse81

Working two 13 hour shifts is so not fun. Its going to take me a few days to recover so god help anyone who tells me to do anything....namely my asshole dad. I can just see it now "do the dishes"...HAHAHAHHA. I don't think I'll be able to hold back if I hear one fucking word out his mouth considering hes been home this entire fucking week doing nothing. I love coming to an argument armed. And I'm fricken starving again even though I broke down and had White Castles at 5am. I was in so much pain at work that I started getting slap happy around 1am. I dropped an entire box of slide covers on the floor (which are impossible to pick up cuz their so thin) and cut up my fingers trying to pick them up...all the while laughing out loud at absolutley nothing in particularzzz. That was fun. Not to mention I was tweakin on advil, vicodin and 2 liters of coffee. I'm surprised I haven't slept for longer today. Back to bed!!