1. i feel like i just got done with a heavy night of drinkin' and fightin'. i don't know why. my left cheekbone feels bruised and i have a headache of major hangover proportions. the only explaination i have for this is that i might be punching myself in my sleep. wouldn't that be handy?
2. fact: i am the only person on the planet that actually eats and enjoys dots candy. what happens to the rest of it? the stuff i don't eat? do they make shoes from it? or playground equipment? or republicans? *shudder* if they make republicans out of dots i'm gounna throw up for years....
3. current emotional status: living in fear of tonight's computer re-haul. i have faith in hot sauce neal and his fly techoskills, but i think the retardation infestation may be too much even for him. it will be a deathmatch. tickets go on sale at 6. they're free.
4. it's day 3 and i'm already fucking up on my resolutions. i came into work late and inhaled 3 large cookies. i almost punched a guy during break. now all i have to do is eat a child and i might as well wait until 2007 to start over.
5. it's amazing how uplifting a completely clean apartment can be.
6. it's amazing how fast an apartment can get all messed up again.
7. it's time for lunch, but i'm not hungry after all those cookies. all i really want for christmas is a nap. but if i nap, will i not slap? dubious. for sleep just may be a catalyst for violence. (see #1.) maybe i'll just compromise and go down to office depot buy a new ruler. people keep stealing mine. and i do so love a straight line.