4" single prints

[zachariah]

*collapses* I am tired, tired beyond tired! Man. Gotta keep myself awake what, ten more hours? Yeah, something like that. Drank a Red Bull, hope it kicks in soon. Shiftwise, I am a little over halfway done with my weekend. Weee. I've come to the conclusion I whine about work too much. A little afterward, I came to the conclusion that it doesn't matter, because work is an integral and HUGE part of my life, so I'm allowed to focus on it so much. I just shouldn't bother other people with it like I always do. I made a list (and checked it twice!) of things I could do/talk about instead. It's nifty. Wonder if I'll bother going with it, or if I'll stick with the same old, same old. On second thought, I don't wonder. I instinctively know what I'll do. Any guesses?

So since I have an hour to kill before my next shift, and an hour sleep would only make things worse (assuming the Red Bull would LET me sleep!), I think I'll go play some Enter the Matrix. I have to return it tomorrow.

Comments

[godhand.livejournal.com]

I think you need a vacation, including me, a live chicken, a birthday shake from Sonic and a soft bed. I bet you I put you in one of my beds once you're spoiled for life. Renee Williams has never made an uncomfortable bed. HA! The floor.

I don't think you whine about work, I think you vent about work...which are different things completelt. :D

::mopes:: I'll be glad when devil weekend is over. I miss ye! And soon I'll be gone. How horrible! A road trip...no Zach for more than 7 days! ::falls over dead::

Ahem.

[godhand.livejournal.com]

I am outside your apartmennt with a rubber chicken, a weedeater, and strawberry jam. You know what this means.

Open the door.