sickdaylife

The work week is finally over. These 12 hr shifts are slowly killing me. At least I have a 4 day weekend to get over it. I've realized that from the time I start work on Monday, until the time I finish on Thursday, I actually spend more time at work than at home. I am only home to sleep and get ready for work. My cat has taking to pooping on the floor in my room because he misses me. That's a strange way to say "I miss you." I miss my lady, but I don't poop on her things when she's not here. Hmmm, there's a thought.....
Tonight at work I had an accident with the pin gun. Pin guns are just like nail guns except the nails are thinner. Someone had decided to put longer pins than usual in the gun. So when I was using it to attach a couple pieces of wood together, the pin went through the 2nd piece of wood and into my finger. My finger nail stopped it from coming out the other side of my finger. Every time I cut my finger, my first instinct is always to put my finger in my mouth. Maybe it's because I like the taste of blood. I've realized that I actually do like the taste. Is that weird? Probably.
It made me remember the time when I used to work in a kitchen and I cut my thumb really badly with a sharp knife. I put my thumb into my mouth right away and all I could taste was blood. I remember liking it. I also remember staring at the blood drops everywhere and thinking how beautiful it looked. All night my finger has been throbing and I can feel it with every keystroke. I kind of enjoy the pain. That's it, I'm officially fucked up.
That's it for now. Time for a hot bath and then I'm gonna watch the OC. My sis better have taped it. Yep, I'm a fag. Homocore.