Wrapping It Up ~ aka Random Shit that Will Make No Sense

Today was a really shitty day. I lost it completely. Honestly, I don't do that often but,
when I do...dayum.
Let the sniveling commence!
All this makes me want to become a mail order bride and get a free ticket to Alaska.
There's something about Jack Black that squeezes my weasel. I don't know why.
The days are numbered. I can feel it.
If I'm wrong, and I hope I am, freely shall I admit it.
The more perfect I try to be, the more of a failure I become.
Work is slow and I'm running on 4 hours sleep since Friday morning.
My body has that weird floating sensation to it. Rather unreal.
Llew says he's coming over tomorrow. There are wounds to lick.
Weary
Weary
Tonight, the Internet bores me.
Tonight, I yearn to be held.
Tonight, I'm alone at work with a heavy heart and uncertain future.
I want peace.
I need sleep.

Wise!

"It's not the voting that's democracy; it's the counting." - Tom Stoppard