Wednesday, July 24, 2002
Ugh. Usually by 2pm or so, the hangover that I am coping with kind of lets up and goes back to hell where it belongs.
However, it is now 4:02pm and I still feel like a mack truck drove into my life and left behind a trail of tears that otherwise resembles the old Joe. I am definitely in for a good night's sleep tonight. Rushing home to bring my laundry to the Asians, maybe doing a little packing, and then immediatly jumping into my bed for what I hope is a long, restful, rejuvenating sleep. God willing.
Also...could the fucking huge zit on my mouth get the hint and fuck off?!?!?!
Seriously...it hurts and it is so gigantically hideous that I am embarrassed to show my nasty face.
Plus my stomach is raging, my diarehhea is spastic and I am so exhausted.
Okay...enough complaining. In reality I did do this to myself.
Time to go curl up and die.
However, it is now 4:02pm and I still feel like a mack truck drove into my life and left behind a trail of tears that otherwise resembles the old Joe. I am definitely in for a good night's sleep tonight. Rushing home to bring my laundry to the Asians, maybe doing a little packing, and then immediatly jumping into my bed for what I hope is a long, restful, rejuvenating sleep. God willing.
Also...could the fucking huge zit on my mouth get the hint and fuck off?!?!?!
Seriously...it hurts and it is so gigantically hideous that I am embarrassed to show my nasty face.
Plus my stomach is raging, my diarehhea is spastic and I am so exhausted.
Okay...enough complaining. In reality I did do this to myself.
Time to go curl up and die.
