They just see gingerballs. GINGERBALLS.

Today is officially the first day I haven't had a drop of alcohol in the past month. Go me. Too broke and too tired to think about getting wasted tonight. Well, that and I have work at 10am.

My body is really, REALLY angry with me right now. Waking up tomorrow morning without a hangover is gonna be weird. And totally welcome. Not that I even get hungover anymore. I've been so fucking drunk all the time lately that I now cannot differentiate between being sober and being hungover. So goes alcoholism...

Know what REALLY sucks about all this? I got paid $350 on Pantsmas eve. Then I got $200 for Pantsmas. After buying lots of booze, cigarettes, gas, very little food, lending Kyle about $70 and buying my new green chucks, I have $20. Until Friday. HOLY FUCKING HELL. If that isn't a sign to stop, I dunno what is. But I just fucking can't.

Bleh. In other news. I was one of millions of people affected by the Zune2k9 issue at midnight on the 1st. Fucking leap years. The damn battery took like 4 days to completely drain itself and I just started charging it back up about an hour ago. It looks like all is well now. I'm SO glad, 'cause I was getting really fucking sick of listening to the same two cds over and over in my car.

I'M MAKING AN AGENDA FOR TOMORROW. I need some damn structure in my life again. Okay.

-Get up at 7:30, shower, PACK SOME FOOD FOR WORK. I think I'm dropping weight again. NOT GOOD.
-Work 10-3.
-Go home. HAVE TO HAVE TO.
-CLEAN OUT (and wash if it isn't raining) MY FUCKING CAR. I have shit in there that doesn't even belong to me. I found this random brown velour hoodie that came out of nowhere. So I gave it to Julia. Heh! Then I have about half the clothes I own in the backseat along with half the clothes Kyle owns. And his shoes. And Doom's shoes. And Don's hoodie. Fucking hell. I think I'll feel a lot better having a clean car, 'cause that's really where I spend most of my time.
-EAT.
-Then after all that I can see if I feel up to partying 'cause I have Thursday off. Wooo.

Okay. Bed.