Work, work, work, drink, sleep.

And I need to fall desperately ill, soon. I think I've been over working myself and between not having any rest days and not enough sleep, I've been flirting with a mild flu/fever for the past two weeks, even as everyone else has succumbed to the flu.

As a result, I've been babysitting this annoying headache for far too long. As a result, when I am an office monkey, the headache ensures that I continually fuck up with typographical and punctuation errors. Which is horrible, because I should know better.

Also, my boss doesn't deserve having to put up with such basic errors in language.

At the bar, I am granted a mild reprieve as there are livelier conservations (usually dirty), the promise of hot skanky sexiness, as well as alcohol-which makes everything fuzzier and so much more tolerable. Additionally, there is the hostess whom I am extremely intimidated by, who attempted very clumsily to pinch my buttocks before fumbling and dropping the phone with a very audible CRASH(!).

Also, did I mention that there is good conversation to be had when I work in the restaurant? I mean, just last this Monday I had a theological debate with this girl who is applying to law school. A fucking debate on theology, post-valentine's day shift following post-valentine's day shift drinks. If any, that would have been a fucking insane time to talk about such things.

When was the last time you had a healthy debate that stimulated and excited your brain, much less one when mildly inebriated, after a gruelling shift. I know I've sorely missed having stimulating conversations.

And, by all that is good and pretty, they are fantastic!

I came to the conclusion that everything is meaningless because it is all temporary. I mean think about it. Everything dies, and there is absolutely no FUCKING CONTINUATION after death. Science says so, and so far science has been right more times then religion.

Thus, I have decided to attempt the pursuit of happiness. I am fervently hoping that before I die I will attain the Zen-Buddhist type of enlightenment and finally gain the ability to disavow material wants.

I cannot continue to be continually annoyed with the world. Especially when I run on a shorter fuse when I carry this headache around and fucking hell I am going to miss BJJ class on Saturday WTF WHY?


Fucking immune system. If only you were more frail. I need a good excuse to wallow in self pity and misery.