DEATH.

YOOOYYYY dumpy photos.

I'd be more enthusiastic (really, I am totally enamored with the photos), but I literally feel like I could puke my guts out at any given moment.

I was in agony all day at work and almost got to leave early because of it, but I had to stay in the store with Brandon (co-worker) until Joseph came back from running the deposit.

It's gotten so bad. I was helping this sweet old lady find some grey slacks for her son, and every time she'd say something funny and I'd smile, this horrible fucking pain kept shooting through the side of my face. It's very, VERY difficult to keep that level of agony under wraps when dealing with a customer.

So I got home around 3, took a vicodin and a half, lazed about, took two more at 6 and passed out. Now I have this horrible painkiller hangover and I feel incredibly nauseated. Damn good thing I don't work 'til 4:30pm tomorrow. Jesus fucking hell.

So. Tomorrow's agenda (providing I'm not comatose by then): Wake up around 11-noon, cash tiny paycheck, pick up some Carl's Jr (IT'S OPEN!) if my teeth aren't killing me, work 4:30-9:30, find Joo-staaa and Kyle and wreak havoc on... somewhere. Who knows.

Yup. Okay, gonna go back to bed for the third time in the past 24 hours. Heh.