March 28th, 2005
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I’m coming ho..going..and you don’t play anymore; what?
I think I’m supposed to be tired. Or am I and I just have built up an impenetrable wall of stupidity to shield me from reality? I think I’ve been at work every day for the last two weeks, about fourteen hours a day. Except yesterday I haven’t left yet…I guess that’s like an extra eight hours or something.
I don’t think I’m tired. My chest really hurts for some reason, like the tissue I had severed as a teenager is spazzing out. But other than that, I’m just greasy from being in a little room with twenty hour [] people for the last day.
We don’t have to come to work until Wednesday, which sounds great, but it’s only forty-eight hours against the hundred I’ve worked in the last week. I can’t do math. I have trouble with dividing by two. I’d have a beer, but I think I might die.
Who’s up for hotcakes?
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