I have a headache, probably from my stupid allergies. It isn't enough not to be able to breathe at night, now my head is going to explode. Damn allergies are fucking me over like a two dollar whore. This seriously sucks because since Geek Boy and I no longer have health insurance, I have to use OTC stuff and the "good" stuff is kept at the register so I have to sign for it. I don't mind except for the fact that the CVS lady looks at me like she thinks I'm building a meth lab in the garage. Yeah, that box of Claritin I buy every couple of months goes right to meth, lady. Why on earth would I need it to stop sneezing? Oh yeah, the box of clumping kitty litter, that's for making crack. How else would I get all the little rocks not to fall apart?
It's a good thing that I'm off work tomorrow...I need a break from this place. I've been working here for about 15 years and I don't think morale has ever been so low. Walking though Silly Hall is like being an extra in MJ's (RIP) "Thriller" video. (Which, btw, is my most favorite music video ever.)
That's me in the hat. No, really. Ok, maybe that's just what I feel like. I don't even have access to good music. The L.A. airwaves are a vast desert of suckiness and Herr IT Nazi Guy has the computers on perpetual lockdown. I think he sits around blocking stuff, twirling his Snidley Whiplash moustache.
Long weekend, here I come.