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i cut my freaking pointer finger on my left hand.
THEMS MY BASS PLAYIN' FINGER! AND I GOT'S A SHOW TONIGHT!
crap.
i need some liquid band-aid - STAT!
in a slightly better mood now. i have a pounding fucking headache and need more sleep, but i'm here before all of my bosses so i can't reason with them to go home. i'm not sure how effective my pleading's will be... "i have a show tonight and i'm oh so tired, can i go home? oh, and i'm taking a personal day tomorrow so eat me."
yeah...
maybe justin might not kill me since he's seeing how hard i'm struggling. that and he knows about my illness so he might give me some leeway. maybe if i sit and explain it all to him it might help. i just need more sleep. this few hours a night shit is killing me. maybe i could have done it a few years ago, but now i'm too freakin' old for it.
awww, this dude at work - an older gentleman who's been nothing but nice to me - his wife is in the hospital with some kind of blood pressure/heart problem. i guess every time she stands up he blood pressure shoots through the sky and she passes out. poor guy, he's been married for almost 25 years, that's gotta suck so bad to have to come to work in all of that. i'll be damned if i'd come to work with wyl in the hospital. i'd be sitting in the freaking lobby till visiting hours.
my head really needs to fucking cut it out.
yeah.
i'm wasting time right now because i don't feel like working.
THEMS MY BASS PLAYIN' FINGER! AND I GOT'S A SHOW TONIGHT!
crap.
i need some liquid band-aid - STAT!
in a slightly better mood now. i have a pounding fucking headache and need more sleep, but i'm here before all of my bosses so i can't reason with them to go home. i'm not sure how effective my pleading's will be... "i have a show tonight and i'm oh so tired, can i go home? oh, and i'm taking a personal day tomorrow so eat me."
yeah...
maybe justin might not kill me since he's seeing how hard i'm struggling. that and he knows about my illness so he might give me some leeway. maybe if i sit and explain it all to him it might help. i just need more sleep. this few hours a night shit is killing me. maybe i could have done it a few years ago, but now i'm too freakin' old for it.
awww, this dude at work - an older gentleman who's been nothing but nice to me - his wife is in the hospital with some kind of blood pressure/heart problem. i guess every time she stands up he blood pressure shoots through the sky and she passes out. poor guy, he's been married for almost 25 years, that's gotta suck so bad to have to come to work in all of that. i'll be damned if i'd come to work with wyl in the hospital. i'd be sitting in the freaking lobby till visiting hours.
my head really needs to fucking cut it out.
yeah.
i'm wasting time right now because i don't feel like working.