My boss has a way of getting on my last nerve. My current strategy for dealing with this is to smile and agree with him. Sometimes I think that growing up simply means learning to say the opposite of what you mean.
It wasn’t too bad though, once you reach that exhaustion/hunger state where no amount of food or sleep will satiate you for days, nothing can really bother you. I even went in to work in a T-shirt. Whatever.
I’m going to sleep now. Yes, at 9 p.m.
Tomorrow I get to go to my psych class and hand in my crappy essay. I’m almost afraid to read it again.
I think I’ll bring my computer. I wonder what Kevin is doing tomorrow. Eh, I’m too tired to wonder. It’s time to sleep.
absolutly nothing