I remember back when getting three hours sleep wouldn't even phase me. The next night I might sleep about twelve though. Ah to be sixteen. I ended up getting to sleep about 6am last night/morning. I woke up at 9. I HAD EVERY INTENTION OF GOING TO COLLEGE.
....Then I had one of them moments where you blink and lose an hour of your life.
So another day, I never went in. Fuck work, Fuck Apache Pizza, And FUCK THE WORD "TACO"
So maybe you can guess, work didn't go well this weekend. Very stressful indeed.
Tonight, I decide to take one of my three days off that I get and spend some quality time with a mate of mine, I haven't seen him properly in a while. It get to me sometimes, for someone who lives so close yet I hardly see. I pre planned, thought ahead to what would make tonight cool. got some sweets, was thinking about getting some beers, downloaded the lost we haven't seen and set it up to watch and got a new game to sit around and play through.. Yet there's no sign of him. No answer from the phone. I guess he just forgot.
And people wonder why I'm so moany and angry lately?
I had to turn down other plans, to sit here and wait..
Oh well, 9am start 2moro. Work after that.
Cheers.
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