So, I've been doing a lot of blogging recently it seems. Not sure why really. Just something to fill the time I imagine. Coming up with something to write about helps keep my mind off of things.
So, today was my first day back at Futureshop. It was funny how quickly everything came back. Most of my computer skills were just muscle memory, I don't even know what I was typing. Sadly I have not been given a schedule yet, so I don't know when I'm working next. At the very least I know I'm not working tomorrow or someone would have asked me or said something.
I couldn't sleep last night, which wasn't wholly unusual. It's been getting better gradually, but I'm still not sleeping very well yet. Last night I got no sleep at all, which sucked. I was dead tired at work today. I'm dead tired right now honestly. However, I need to keep myself awake for a little longer so I can go to sleep at the proper time. I love naps more than just about anything, but I can't take them, or I'll not be able to sleep when I'm supposed to.
Man, tonight's blog has just been packed with tales of interest, I'm sure both of my readers are riveted. I shall make an effort to create a more interesting blog... ahh, I know:
So I was attacked by ninjas on my way home from work tonight. Fucking ninjas. Here I am all minding my business and these black pajama clad assholes just gotta get all up in my grill. So I'm tired and stuff, but when ninjas start acting like they own the sidewalk, it's time to throw down. Luckily for me, the ninjas made one terrible mistake right from the start: They attacked me in a group. Now, the inverse ninja law clearly states that the combat effectiveness of a ninja is inversely proportional to the number of ninjas. Hence, the more ninjs there are, the less effective they become. This is why groups of ninjas can be dispatched with ease, while a single ninja is a formidable opponent.
So yeah, I was just all "Waaaaahhhh Jedi!" on their asses. It was brutal. Then I totally got like 10 high fives and, ummm, 12 women wanted to make out with me, but I had to get home and make dinner... So I only made out with 9.
Fiction is fun. Stay tuned for more pointless blithering. I like towels.
So, today was my first day back at Futureshop. It was funny how quickly everything came back. Most of my computer skills were just muscle memory, I don't even know what I was typing. Sadly I have not been given a schedule yet, so I don't know when I'm working next. At the very least I know I'm not working tomorrow or someone would have asked me or said something.
I couldn't sleep last night, which wasn't wholly unusual. It's been getting better gradually, but I'm still not sleeping very well yet. Last night I got no sleep at all, which sucked. I was dead tired at work today. I'm dead tired right now honestly. However, I need to keep myself awake for a little longer so I can go to sleep at the proper time. I love naps more than just about anything, but I can't take them, or I'll not be able to sleep when I'm supposed to.
Man, tonight's blog has just been packed with tales of interest, I'm sure both of my readers are riveted. I shall make an effort to create a more interesting blog... ahh, I know:
So I was attacked by ninjas on my way home from work tonight. Fucking ninjas. Here I am all minding my business and these black pajama clad assholes just gotta get all up in my grill. So I'm tired and stuff, but when ninjas start acting like they own the sidewalk, it's time to throw down. Luckily for me, the ninjas made one terrible mistake right from the start: They attacked me in a group. Now, the inverse ninja law clearly states that the combat effectiveness of a ninja is inversely proportional to the number of ninjas. Hence, the more ninjs there are, the less effective they become. This is why groups of ninjas can be dispatched with ease, while a single ninja is a formidable opponent.
So yeah, I was just all "Waaaaahhhh Jedi!" on their asses. It was brutal. Then I totally got like 10 high fives and, ummm, 12 women wanted to make out with me, but I had to get home and make dinner... So I only made out with 9.
Fiction is fun. Stay tuned for more pointless blithering. I like towels.