Home. For once in my fucking life, I'm home when I don't have to work until 4pm the next day. Heh. My usual outlook is,"HEY! I DON'T WORK UNTIL 4 TOMORROW! I NEED TO GET WASTED!"
Or, more commonly:
"HEY! I DON'T WORK UNTIL 10AM TOMORROW! I NEED TO GET WASTED!!!"
Eff.
It's the first Thursday after I got paid and I have probably about $70 of the $350 from my last paycheck. Just from being at that apartment, I've gone through over a carton and a half of cigarettes.
...within one week. I really need to stop being such a goddamn doormat.
Yep. I need to stay here. I'll go party when I have the next day off. And that's that.
In other news. I've bruised a rib from coughing so hard the past couple weeks. Any time I cough, laugh, sit the wrong way, stand the wrong way, reach the wrong way, I feel like I'm going to fucking die. I can barely even sleep.
So tomorrow (if I can even sleep tonight. I got home and immediately passed out for two hours):
-wake up early-ish. Like 10am.
-wash and detail my car. I got all the shit out of it, but it's still filthy as fuck.
-...?
I think I'ma go make another tuna melt (mmmmm...) and watch me some more Family Guy volume 2. Which I just bought the other day. Wooo.
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