Excessive

I wasn't going to write... I was actually going to go to bed like two hours ago. I was in a weird mood, or am I guess. Life is so many ups and downs, surprises and confusion.

Holy crap I'm inches away from dying I think. I only took six advil cold and sinus this shift to get through feeling good. No headache, but I sure didn't care about being at work for 13 hours. The entire day was set up to fail, but Andy and myself pretty much were responsible for making it not fail, and it was simply at a sacrifice of our sanity.

Instead of writing an entry, I played Final Fantasy XII, so I guess you'll just have to wait until tomorrow. suckers!

Michelle's dumb friend wrecked my fucking towel by somehow covering the entire thing, not just spots, the entire fucking thing in brown hair dye. It's like.. she had a shower to get it out of her hair, but forgot to get into the shower, then turned the shower off, and forgot that she didn't just have a shower, and then dried her hair dye covered hair using the towel, thus turning it a gross poo brown, and permanently stinking my bathroom up like fucking hair dye for days on end. Then once I finally found it and discovered it was the source of the nauseating stentch, I had to throw it out because it had been wrecked, and yet never mentioned to me.

Well since I haven't really got out of my pijama's or sat down in front of Final Fantasy XII, I figured I should probably write something before I get sucked away and never write anything ever again.