merridia | re: Obituaries

Oof. Got home, ordered food for the third night in a row because seriously, the cold is sapping my ability to do ANYTHING productive, watched an episode of Frasier and eight minutes of Super 8 footage featuring the Rolling Stones and a '70s window washer, and then passed the fuck OUT. And those rare nine hours of sleep probably won't even be worth anything in the long run, since the only showing of Gladiator II I can make it to tonight means I probably won't be getting home until 2 in the morning. If anything, it'll make it harder for me tomorrow, since it will make it extra hard to try and fit a nap in before I leave tonight. UGH.

At least all the managers have fucked off for the weekend so I can chill a bit even though it's month end. And then tomorrow I will be free and clear to be as sleepy a bitch as I want to be! Hooray???

19. What Do You Want Your Obituary to Say?

"Presumed deceased."