firstly, I didn't properly deal with my comedown this week, so already I was behind slightly with the ole rest and relaxation.

 

I then, in my financially challenged stupor, worked 12hr shift yesterday behind the bar. Afterwards, I came up to my office to finish off my [censored] for this morning. I got to bed about 3:30am.

 

Didn't sleep well. Had a weird dream that I was working again, and some bloke was trying to copy my credit card. Then, for some unknown reason, I couldn't get an Optimus Prime to transform properly. All the while I was yelling at people on the phone, which was incidentalloy built into a pair of big chunky headphones.

 

Now, I get into [censored] to find a loverly email saying;

 

"Matt, can't make it today. See you Thursday, 10am."

 

 

Cunt. I'm having trouble keeping my eyes open, I'm so hungry I actually feel ill, and I could still be at home.

 

I want my Elly. I want a cuddle.

I sometimes never know if things have happend or not. It might have been a dream or it might have happend, i just dont know.

I still awake. It's not good. But I'll be going home to wash some socks soon.

u can garentee that by the time u get home and start finking about going to bed, ur be to awake to sleep

 

 

happens 2 me every time so i never end up catching up on my sleep

Ahhhhh poor Wub, I'll let you suck on my dummy if you like?

Are pictures from mixmag chasing you again?