I think that it is sufficient to say that I haven't blogged in a long time. Does that make sense? Who cares... It's one o'clock in the bloody morning, and I am still at work. Ah, well. Got to get that raise. Ha. That reminds me of "Liar Liar" when the secretary gives Jim Carey his "raise". (her middle finger...tee-hee) Whew Donna, that is some good stuff. Anyhow. I am super tired, BUT I must go home and finish my homework. I was wondering earlier why I was so gosh doarn tired. Then it occurred to me, it's was those God damned muscle relaxers. I think that I'm really sick. I can't seem to not be nauseous. I sound like I'm feeling sorry for myself, which, mind you, I am not. I'm just tired and cranky. Or maybe I would just rather be at home than here at the death-torium a.k.a. work/job/place. I feel shitty... You know. I was thinking. If someone sneaked into my work place with a gun, and was going to kill me, I would look at them with my sad, dull eyes and say, "Hey man, I hate my job, I don't care what you do to this place, just let me go home and sleep." And the guy/girl for that matter would say, "Oh, ok, off you go." It's just that easy. Try it sometime, see what happens. I don't know...I was just thinking.