i'm sitting at work again on the last day of my contract and the last day of the year. i'd be excited if i wasn't borderline exhausted. being here at 8:30AM has been more than a little taxing and i don't think i could have kept it up much longer, not with they way i've been sleeping... or haven't been sleeping. last night it was about 4 hours. the night before it was 3 from 9:20 to 12:20, then another 3 from 4:00 to 7:00. sunday night gave me... 3 hours. on saturday night i slept from 4 until 1 in the afternoon. friday was more like 5AM until 12:30 after a half-hour nap at 2ish, then thursday went from about 3:30 until 11AM.
see, i've been all over the place. odd hours, naps, interrupted sleep... somehow i've managed to remain fairly lucid through the days, then being completely and totally awake the moment the church across the road tolls out 11PM.
at least i can sleep in tomorrow, and believe me: i intend to. i'll head home after i knock off from work and get a couple of hours of nap into me, then tonight louise and i are heading into town to bar-hop and get nicely slaughtered. we made an agreement... no, i tell a lie: i imposed an agreement. since she's been getting drunk and making my life hell of late, tonight's my turn.
one way or another i'm going to have a good time tonight, even if i don't remember much of it and regret it tomorrow. so, in what i can only assume will be my last blog posting for this year, here's to the end of Year Fail. Fuck you 2008. Fuck you, you skull-fucked, gangrenous headwound of a year. for every moment of joy (and there were, i'll admit, more than a few) i put up with hours of arse-rape, all with your name in the date. with any luck i'll wake up with selective amnesia tomorrow morning which will whittle my memories of you down from 12 months down to 4.
fuck you, fuck off and good night.
and to anyone who ISN'T 2008, Happy Fucking New Year. if you're reading this you're probably not one of the people i want to set on fire, infect with necrotising faciitis and kick into the nearest cesspit so many thanks and i'll see you (figuratively if not literally) in 2009.
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Raven you have a hidden talent for writing. Interesting choice of words and topics. I like your style. Count me as one of your fans.
Hope you had a good NYE. I left you a Happy New Year voicemail, if you found it.
And it's "fascitis". :P
i did receive - thanks. NYE was good... from what i remember, anyway!
spelling stollen from wikipedia.
Heh. And 'stollen', appropriately, is a German Christmas cake. :P
Do let us over here know if you're planning to wander from the Big Teabag anytime soon, for holidays or some such thing!:)
hmmm... cake... german cake... german tart? erm... maybe not so much.
thankyou for pointing out my speling misstakes. that'll teeach me to pay atttention nexxt timee...
Hee hee! :P
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