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Want Some Cheese w/That Whine?
Nov. 3rd, 2004 08:38 pm
Ye Gods... I've been on the Wheel O' Pain since May... No sleep, no sex, no time. Living 24 hours a day wide awake & twitching... and yet I keep going.
Rob has to do it for 2 days & you'd think he was being beaten w/red-hot pokers or something.
Does this mean that I am some sort of inhuman automaton who mindlessly works until my platinum-plated nuclear batteries finally run down, or does it mean that he's a pussy? Or maybe it's just that no matter how bad my knees scream & my lower back feels like someone's rending it apart or the fact that I can't lift my arms above nipple-level, no matter how much my eyes feel like someone coated them with medium-grade diamond-grit polishing powder, no matter how much I hallucinate... I just don't inflict my suffering on anyone except my lil' ol' livejournal, which no one reads or pays attention to anyway?
All people hear from me when they ask "How you doing?" is "I'm doing." Sometimes I go out on an emotionally vulnerable limb & say "I'm tired."
I've been hearing about how this guy is falling apart & the world is out to get him for 2 freakin' days straight. Work is a blessing to me right now, even if it is another 8 hrs. of Shirla.
Rob has to do it for 2 days & you'd think he was being beaten w/red-hot pokers or something.
Does this mean that I am some sort of inhuman automaton who mindlessly works until my platinum-plated nuclear batteries finally run down, or does it mean that he's a pussy? Or maybe it's just that no matter how bad my knees scream & my lower back feels like someone's rending it apart or the fact that I can't lift my arms above nipple-level, no matter how much my eyes feel like someone coated them with medium-grade diamond-grit polishing powder, no matter how much I hallucinate... I just don't inflict my suffering on anyone except my lil' ol' livejournal, which no one reads or pays attention to anyway?
All people hear from me when they ask "How you doing?" is "I'm doing." Sometimes I go out on an emotionally vulnerable limb & say "I'm tired."
I've been hearing about how this guy is falling apart & the world is out to get him for 2 freakin' days straight. Work is a blessing to me right now, even if it is another 8 hrs. of Shirla.
