Fuck I'm tired.
Got up at 6am, left the house by 6:20am, got to work by 6:40am (surprisingly), got a yucky and overpriced bagel at Golden Griddle, started staff meeting at 7am, worked until 2pm, went to hypnosis, came back, slept for 3 hours, went to go see the St. Mike's College School production of "Joseph & Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat" at the Bader, which was fucking awesome. Jospeh was one sexy bitch in his slave loincloth. Pharaoh wasn't too bad either, and apparently the son of some people my parents knew. They were all really pumped and energetic, it was nearly better than the London version (except for the pyrotechnics.) Anyway. Have to work at 7am tomorrow, so I'm going to bed ASAP. And I've got a big huge headache. And I start work at 6am next week.
If this job doesn't kill me within a month....... fuck, I think we'll all be surprised.
Readin' "The Truth" (Pratchett, again)
Listenin' to CBC radio
Thinkin' about BED
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