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just rolled out of bed. oh sometimes i hate my lack of motivaion. i miss my drugs, because while there is no more fog, i can practically hear my seratonin levels dropping. and i've been an emotional trainwreck, but that is secondary really. had to work in the section of the pant they call ecoat last night, took drawers off the damn monorail for 4 and a half fucking hours, had arms like jelly by the time it was all said and done. sick of being moved around when they will leave the redneck guy with the rat tail on the line, and he can't even make rate most nights. it's like being punished for being competent, and they don't just do it to me either. since when did line 4 become "the man's " bitch? got more work done on my mark ryden piece , it is in phase 2, it looks really good though, tony does a damn bang up job. everyone is getting together over at shub and clint's, but no one asked me if i wanted to go, so i am here......sigh. another lonely evening. got pulled over last night on my way to work, for doing 72 in a 65, what kind of bullshit is that? no ticket, got a citation for not having the correct insurance info though. my court date is on the 9th of november, never thought i'd get to say that. and thats the wierd part, i normally drive 85 in a 65, so they nabbed me on a slow night. go speed racer, go. i feel like shit warmed over. got to check the mail...