Almost There...
I wanna curl up into a ball, pull a blanket over my head, and lapse into a nice, comfy coma.
I wanna empty what little money is left in my banking account, drive to St. Louis, hole up in a cheap motel, and spend alla my money on comics, movies, and strippers.
I wanna chuck my clothes and run through Clay City in my underwear screaming "The Red Coats are coming!" until the police show up and beat me to death on general principal.
In other words, I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, and as a result, my head is chockfull of stupid, self-destructive ideas right now. Thankfully, I'm too old and mature for that crap (although two years ago I definately woulda done at least the first two after a week like this). Instead, I'm relax, play some video games, watch some movies (on VHS, my DVD player's still busted), and finish my promotional comic for SPACE. Yep. Now all I gotta do is survive 3 and a half more hours of work...
I wanna empty what little money is left in my banking account, drive to St. Louis, hole up in a cheap motel, and spend alla my money on comics, movies, and strippers.
I wanna chuck my clothes and run through Clay City in my underwear screaming "The Red Coats are coming!" until the police show up and beat me to death on general principal.
In other words, I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired, and as a result, my head is chockfull of stupid, self-destructive ideas right now. Thankfully, I'm too old and mature for that crap (although two years ago I definately woulda done at least the first two after a week like this). Instead, I'm relax, play some video games, watch some movies (on VHS, my DVD player's still busted), and finish my promotional comic for SPACE. Yep. Now all I gotta do is survive 3 and a half more hours of work...
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