Thursday, July 13, 2006

I didn't sleep last night. I have a friend with whom I'm able to talk incessantly and we were up until 3:00. I couldn't get to sleep once I got to bed. Then the anxiety kicks in... "should I take a sleeping pill? I don't want to oversleep. God, I'm never going to sleep. If I don't sleep then I'll perform horribly at work. This anxiety is keeping me up. Watch a movie. Jerk off. Jerk off again. Go for a record. This porn is lame. Watch another movie. Turn on the classical music channel on Music Choice."

I redid my company billing system somewhat. Sent some invoices, redid the website a bit. Answered emails. Showered, went to work. Now I'm exfuckinghausted. The anxiety of having a lot of outstanding invoices might have contributed to my anxiety. I'm writing like an idiot. Did you see that sentence? I just noticed I used "anxiety" twice. My brain is shot. I'm in charge of a 64 workstation network at the moment. If they only knew.

I'm tired boss... dog tired.

goochout

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

I don't care what anyone says, Wedding Crashers is way funnier than Brokeback Mountain.