Boy oh boy! Do I feel wonderful. I just took 2 days off work against the weekend, which means I had 4 days off total! AMAZING! Although I was sick for two of them, and then my girlfriend was sick for the other two, there really is nothing like taking time off from work. I almost feel like a new man. I almost feel whole again. I almost feel like I'm a the greatest person on earth.

It's also nice and cold outside, so that's another reason to feel amazing! I just love the world right now.

I feel ill. I'd rather be throwing up right now. A bulimic and I would probably be at home with each other right now. All I wanna do is puke -- and my world is spinning every which way. The train ride this morning was truly an experiment in good faith with my stomach. I feel bad for my girlfriend because if she's going through this it's going to be difficult for her to study . . . I couldn't read on the train because it made me nauseaus. Either way . . . I can't wait to throw up.

It's rare, in this empty world, that I should find something that so totally represents how I feel about work and some of the things that happen here. So, imagine my surprise when I did. Yes, I've found it. This is my life, every weekday, from 9 until 6:30:

What's the world coming to?

I've been so busy. This job is really getting to me. I think I'm on the brink of crumbling. I mean -- I really have had enough. It's just to the point where my stomach turns at the sight of some people. I think this job is changing me into a definitively mean person.

Honestly, now that I think about it, I've been in a bad mood for almost 3 months. I mean, it's almost unrelenting. I haven't done anything creative. I haven't really been particularly nice to my friends. Nothing. I've seriously been a complete and total dick for over a quarter of the year.

All for this fucking job . . . This fucking, shitty, cocksucking, crapola, assie, shit-fuck job. At some point, I could say that it was "good experience" and that "I'm learning a lot, maybe about stuff I don't want to know, but stuff that I should know," but now I'm learning what it's going to be like when I spend an eternity in Hell.

God forgive me for going down this path.

Finding a Middle Earth in Montana (Registration Req'd).

This article is amazing. Or maybe not amazing, but I kind of wish that Iwas this kid. Of course, for the most part I'm glad that I wasn't home schooled (chances are that I would have been a crack-addicted teen), but I can say that I admire a person who at adulthood can still be called precocious. The only think I could be called at his age was a drug addict . . . well maybe not a drug addict, but probably a complete miscreant.

Fucking over acheivers. Ruin for everyone.

These kids are fucking idiots. Who the fuck does this? How the fuck does anyone think this is a good idea?

Great, well I fucked that up properly. I tried to open it in a new window (which I might add, it did anyway), and then it told me that I can only access it from within the blogger application that I could go fuck myself now if I wanted to take their survery. Trying to open from within only got me to the blogger homepage. I fucked it up, just like how I fuck up everything else I do.

I'm such a sad, sad man.

Oh, wowie!! Blogger is asking me to take a 15 minute survey. FIFTEEN MINUTES!! Are they insane? Don't they know what I do for a living?! It's a very high pressure environment where I barely have time to go to the bathroom, let alone fill out little surveys and paint pretty pictures for them.

By the way, I'm still hung-over from Tuesday night drinking. That's a problem. And my tongue is swollen. And I think I have a pox.

I found this interesting:

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Fcuknig amzanig huh?