"I ate it, sir."

Feel so effed. Effed face. Pants.

Getting over the sicky, but still feel like ass. And I'm broke as hell. I have things to look forward to, however:

1. Going to see my baby tomorrow. I miss him.
2. Payderday on Friderday. Must finish buying pantsmas presents on Saturday. Yup. Actually, now that I think about it, Saturday's gonna be hell in any place where money is exchanged for goods/crap/what-have-you. FUCK.
3. Friday we're having a potluck and a gift exchange and after work we're having a little company outing for Kortnie. 'Cause she's actually leaving this time. SO. SAD. But I do know where she's working and I know where she lives, so I'ma stalk her ass. Stalk it goooood. Work's gonna suck though. UGH. But yeah. We're gonna get shit-faced. Well, all of us who are over 21, anyway.

On the downer side of Friday. I'm gonna be at work for like 13 hours. The schedule says 7am-8pm. Wow. I guess I'll have a lunch break of epic proportions in there, but still! Oh well. I need the cash anyhow.

I need to take my ass to bed (i.e. couch) 'cause I have work at 5am tomorrow. Glory.