Breathe, man. Just Fuckin' Breathe.

Ok... So.. i had a really great day, right? I found out a bunch of stuff about myself, and looked back over my past, and saw how i had grown, and i realised that i really do like me, and i got to read and take a nap in the sun, and everything..... And then i get home... and home is Great! i watched some TV, i took a shower, i did my homework, and i talked to my Mom. Great, right? Abso-fuckin'-lutely.

Then i get a call about my new schedule. Do you want to know what my new schedule is? No? Well, too fucking bad. My schedule is as follows: Friday 11 PM -7 am, Saturday 3 PM - 11 PM, Sunday 8 am - 4 PM. That's 24 hours, this week, and that's actual schedule. Not sidled in there, like some sleazy hanger on, with no real attachments to a company. And it's certainly money. But what'd i say, yesterday, about getting dicked over?

/\/** Is the basic wave form of my work schedule. Here's what this means for my sleep schedule: IT'S FUCKED! This weekend, i'll need to sleep all day Friday (Which means i shouldn't sleep Thursday night, which may not be a problem, anyway), all day Saturday until 3, then sleep Saturday night? Day, Day, Night? The only way this would be worse on the psyche, is if the Night, were in the middle... And who knows? With the way the schedule's going-- what with it's apparently being drawn up by blind, jisz covered monkeys on crack, whom, may i add, are covered in jisz because they are on crack, and keep jacking off into each other's eyes, which would explain the blindness as well-- it may be Day Night Day, for my sleep schedule, next week. Heh... Sorry.. i'm a bit bitter... This is, in fact, not an Abominable schedule, but it is fucked to high heaven, and mine's not the only one... Soon enough, i think we're going to have some problems...

I'm going to go check my E-Mail, before i'm overwhelmed.

Back later.

Oh, and another thing:

People are still fighting, and that shift on Sunday? That's a patrol shift. That includes my Driving around Campus, and doing stuff tht i've Not Been Trained to Do. so i'm a bit perturbed. Oh yeah, that and i Don't Have a Lisence. Fun Times.

My day was so nice... So gorgeous. I just HAD to come home, didn't i?

Later.

And a bit of a correction, for today's news.

Jack off Jill - [Rabbiteen]--- That schedule's for next weekend, not this coming, and i won't have to do patrol. So, in all, it's pretty ok.

Had dreams about Azrael, the Angel of Death, last night. He was some kind of mixture between Azrael and Terry Pratchett's Death. Then i yelled at some anti-war demonstraer's because they didn't understand that we loose, either way.[Addendum 11.08:(Jack Off Jill - [Underjoyed]) Keep in mind, that the war is something that i don't want to see happen, but, if it's going to be stopped, it should be with the right intentions. Theirs were not right. They were banal, and insipid. And watery.] Then some other stuff happened, that i'm not entirely comfortabkle talking about, at the moment. *ahem*

Jack Off Jill - [Strawberry Gashes]--- So, on that note, i'm gonna go buy me some caffeination, and head my happy ass to school. Hopefully, today will be good, and my German test will go well. I need to memorize the genders of the furntiture, and then the nominative and accusative cases. Woohoo.

Wish me skill and luck.

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