Oh god I'm a mong. I don't really want to be fifteen years younger, that's just silly. And then I go and lose a big fat journal entry. What a spaz. Why do I sleep so much? I was five and a half hours late to work today, even though I spent most of yesterday sleeping in front of the telly. But luckily twork doesn't seem to mind when I'm really late, only when I'm just a little bit late. But not the sort of responsiblity I was hoping to demonstrate to the new manager.
marla:
Yaargh! that's hot.