I can’t believe I got up at 6 a.m. to go to this job. I’m actually awake. It’s eerie.
I’m hungry and tired. And my neck is KILLING ME from tossing and turning last night. And the NyQuil made me have these fucking insane dreams, one of which was about people doing all these intravenous drugs and threatening to poke me with the needles.
I just finished doing all the pages and fighting with the image setter, so I just have to wait until they burn the plates and then I can get out of here and go to my other job. Woo!
I need to get a life.
and I am.
In 24 days.