Before I left for work this evening, I had this big long rant going on about how no one seemed to understand the things I said. At some point, I was disconnected, didn't realize it and so when I went to send it, the browser ate the fuckin' thing.

Anyway, I was really feeling like shit by the time I went to work. Back was killing me (slept on it wrong, compounded by those fucking Burbank 6 upright theatre seats), tired as hell, etc, etc. But now I feel pretty good. I'm pretty much going to give the credit to the GNC Ripped Fuel and the half-a-fuckin' opiate one of the pizza dudes gave me, washed down with a life-giving Coke. Can't remember what the thing's called, but it's that new one they're prescribing that people are already abusing. I don't know why or how he acquired any, but the way he was talking about I should only take half sounded slightly more like he was using it for pain than to get high. Still, he may have just been trying to keep me from being fucked up on the job...

So...I'm out of shit to say. Hell, I don't even really know why I'm on the internet right now, 'cause there's nothing for me to do except look at porn and I'm not really very interested at the moment. Still, spankin' it might help me sleep, so I may do it anyway...

Yeah, go ahead, enjoy that visual. You know you want to.

Perverts. :)