"My face doesn't hurt here or here so much, but right here..." - Tommy Boy

Well today I slept past my alarm, but still managed to get to the press conference in time. I wore what I had been to pretty much everyone since I started and my boss told me "Thanks for dressing up." Not sure where that came from and don't care, but it puzzles me, but then again most people don't get him. He's a tad off sometimes. I'm a guy, I grab stuff and go I'm not the woman trapped in a man's body metrosexual moron... I'm a shorts, sandals, and shirt guy, nothing fancy unless the occasion calls for it.

I'm bored out of my freaking mind which is never good cause then my mind begins to wonder so be on the look out for something weird tomorrow as it is sure to come out soon.

I didn't sleep sunday night or monday night as I was watching Lost Season 1 and that show freaking rules. It is like crack only you can't OD on it, doesn't suck all the money out of the bank, and doesn't dwindle in supply after awhile. Cheap alternative people... I know you all have tried "ice" a few times, I'm a smack fan myself, but we will save that for another day.

Well I'm gonna try and sleep tonight... hell I took a swig of my hydracodine bottle and should be out by now, but nothing is happening... it better freaking work thats all I'm saying.

Later mofo's... later