Holy shit. I'm perpetually tired now. I worked 86 hours from last Thursday to Wednesday, two days ago. Relationship is in shambles, I haven't talked to any of my friends, I've no energy to do anything, yet I've got plenty to do. I need to go tanning, buy hair products and get a haircut tomorrow.

While I'm at it, I'll go shopping for a new dress. Jesus, what have I become?

I saw one of those "Carbohydrate Addicts" books floating around. Can you imagine an actual carbohydrate addict? I picture a guy on a street corner offering to trade hand jobs for sugar packets. Guys selling their televisions for $10 so they can buy a loaf of bread and a bag of C&H. People going on carb benders. Sweet.

I've got to go... I'm going to suck some dick for a shot of corn syrup and a pixie stick. I'm addicted to Carbs!!!

Get it?

I've worked my ass off for the last few days. I personally moved 36 computers, monitors, mice, keyboards, and peripherals from three offices to one consolidated office for a company. On Friday I worked 18 hours straight of manual labor. At 2am I found myself pushing a cart load of monitors thinking that Christ had it better when he was carrying his own cross. Where's Mel Gibson when I need him. The Passion of the Gooch... indeed.

Fuck it, I'm tired, going to bed.

GOOCH:out