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WAKE THE FUCK UP

Friday, September 3rd, 2004

This entry title is a “note to self.”

I was asleep before 11pm. There’s no good reason why I couldn’t have gotten up at 6:30 and out of the house by 7:30.

But no. Stupid “flex time” bit me in the ass again. I was up at 7:45 and didn’t get out of the house until 8:30. Did I get an extra hour-ish of quality sleep? Hell no. I lazed and dozed and listened to the news.

And now, I am at that point in my day at work where 90% of the office is gone, and I would almost rather stab myself in the face with a rusty spork than be here another hour.

Any of you out there that get up between 5-6am PST daily that want to phone me and yell my lazy ass outta bed? Seriously. As soon as I answer, all you have to do is yell “WAKE THE FUCK UP” and hang up. Who knows - it might work.

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The Red Stroke

Friday, September 3rd, 2004

I’m going bleeding tomorrow at 1:00pm at the Oak St. Clinic.

If you’d like to come along for your own bleeding, or just to watch and keep me company, let me know.

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Guten Morgen

Thursday, September 2nd, 2004

The office is freezing. The coffee burnt my tongue, and it tastes like ass (extra annoying considering it’s not free). My pants are falling down, because the belt I bought is too big. I’m waiting for work to arrive via courier - until it does, I get to do exciting things like stuff envelopes. I have floppy hair. I’m very tired - getting up at 5:30 is not all it’s cracked up to be.

Happy Thursday! How’s yours going?

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Flopsy

Wednesday, September 1st, 2004

Don’t you hate it when you have your sights set on something - and someone else totally fucks it up?

I booked a hair appointment for this afternoon, and I was really looking forward to it. My hair is already a bit overdue for a cut & colour - and I DO NOT want to spend another day with a floppy mop.

Unfortunately, the receptionist there wrote my appointment on THURSDAY instead of WEDNESDAY. So I get to do this little dance all over again tomorrow. Me and my 3/4″ roots, we are not pleased.

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