Ow.

The pain. Is in. My brain.

Last night, went to Steph & Tim's as is my new ritual. JD came over, he watched tv, we malled, then came back and abused their DVD collection. Mmm.. Lewis Black...

Kinda had a tiff, but whatever. It's done with now.

Got home SUPER late. My brain, wanted to explode.

So much so, it DID.

I woke up this morning with the Migraine from Hell(tm).

Ugghhh.

So I called half a day from work. Cause like, it needed to be done.

Days without sleeping more than 4.5 hours a night finally took it's toll on me, and my body wanted sleep.

What better day to do it when you could ice skate on the roads in the morning?

Got THREE fucking phone calls from solicitors. Had some crazy ass dreams. Dreamt I stayed home, and JD was jealous, so he stayed in with me, but we were in a HUGE house, and it was the whole Pennsic crew, plus Danny. And Steve felt bad cause I felt like shit, so he did my laundry.

Weird, huh?

Finally came to work after a weird trip to Taco Bell (3 cars = 20 minutes = kill me.) and nearly getting my car T-Boned in the parking lot with some SUV driving son of a bitch. Seriously, they pulled into a space, so I figure, okay, they're either straightening out, or pulling in. As I'm behind them, the fuckwad SLAMS it into reverse and peals out of the spot. Thank the gods I sped up.

Gr.

I hate people.

Anyrate, I'm at work. And it sucks. Then tonight, I have to go to my mom's (today's Charlie's birthday, but she's got me pulling ram from an old computer) and then I'm going down by Steph's again.

I'll be home late-ish.

So tired.

Soooo frickin' tired.