infinitelykaty

I am fucking hardcore.
I was so close to leaving work early today. Two hours after I got there I started feeling really, really terrible. I wasn't going to let it kick my ass though. I fought back. Even when the stabbing pains came and my hands went numb. I said, "Bitch, I'm not going to be sick. Not this week."
It took me the next three hours to push it all away. I can't believe I didn't black out.
But I need the money, and I knew if I came home I'd just crawl into bed and miss the coffee shop gathering I planned for my friends tonight. I *planned* it. I can't miss it.
I'll get better.
Piece of cake.
That sounds good. Cake and coffee. And my awesome friends.
In twenty minutes.
I'd better go!

6:00 AM on Patteson Dr., only fucking car on the road.

Erica: Taco Bell is closed?
Me: The sign says they close at 4:00 AM. I wonder when the hell they open?
Matt: I wonder when the earliest I could eat Taco Bell is. I don't think I could just wake up and eat it.
Mike: I think we beat the football traffic.
Matt: Dude...we so did.
(insert two minutes of that sleepy laughter that bounces from person to person)
Matt: I'm so tired!