I’ve totally figured out the cure for my insomnia……….going to work.
It’s a payroll week and I’m busy, but all I can think of is closing my eyes and going to sleep.
Fuck people’s paychecks. They don’t need to get paid, right?
Oh all RIGHT! I’ll pay them, but then I’m putting my head down and going to sleep!
Ok, so I keep forgetting that I’m sending things to the printer. I get up to do something else and then realize I don’t have what I printed so I print it again.
OMG I’M KILLING TREES! I should be burned at the stake!
I need to be stopped cuz it’s not enough that I’m killing trees by wasting paper. Apparently I need to burn them down too for my self-mutilation/self-sacrifice.
I’m going to hell.
Good thing I don’t believe in hell.
And that the liquor store is just down the street.
Update: So that last line doesn’t really make sense to me, which means I imagine that it *absolutely* doesn’t make any sense to a lot of people. So, let me add that if I’m going to hell, I’ll be the geeky popular wanna be who brings booze to desperately try to fit in.
Look out Satan…..here I come and I’m bringin’ a keg to get the party started!