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I need to go to sleep. I've been having a bout of insomnia. I have a feeling it's going to be one of those days where all I'm going to do is take a nap here an there to get me through the day. Ever have one of those?

In other news: One of the girls I work with has been in a coma at Methodist since Thanksgiving. She ODed. I wasn't surprised when I heard it. I've known this girl since high school. She's always had a problem with sticking things up her nose, if you get my drift. I do hope she comes out of it. If she doesn't, I'm going to feel really bad about calling her a dumb bitch. Still, she put her vices before her kid (and yes, she has a little boy) and that warrants me calling her a dumb bitch.

I am but a lowly stripper, but believe me when I say, "Stripping isn't that bad of a gig. As long as you don't let the lifestyle it portrays consume you." Sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Drugs? I'm good. My parents were/are potheads. I never desired to smoke pot, snort coke, or anything like that. (Warning: Insomniac rant.) Speeders scare me. I had a Lost energy drink a while back and I was a step below Cornholio and a notch above GIR. I was right about a Pillsy or Hammy the squirrels. My boss though I had snorted a line, though. I can't say that I haven't tried pot. Some of my best friends are potheads, so of course I wanted to see what the big deal was. I'd rather be drunk. And I don't drink very heavily very often. At least not in public.

Okay. I'm done ranting. Sorry, guys.