1:53 p.m. - 2008-07-13
check.
Fuck. I went and got a shreader. Thinking it would help with making art. Oh no. Thinking it would make you know, long strips of paper. No. I got some kind of Nazi fucking shreader that makes like, fucking oval shapes.
Nazi.
Oh well.
I got me a frozen lamonade and maybe I'll get some sleep.
Crystals afgan is coming along well. Its getting huge.
Everything I listen to is anyoing. I fucking jacked up my arm the other day. I tried to call in, I did not feel well. So I tried to call in. Talked to our store manager, she said that someone else, on my shift tried to call in... Okay. Not my problem, I'm throwing up and crampy... Sorry that someone else is not feeling well, or whatever their problem was... So she tells me I need a Dr. note. Its four oclock, on a friday. Yeah okay. So I tell her I'll be at work. Throwing up. Hope she does not mind.
I show up. Work. And yeah. Whatever. It pissed me off. And I kind of went a little crazy on myself.
My fault I suppose but still...
There is nothing to do. Boy is sleeping. And, as for friends... Bahahah.
Back to knitting.
