It's almost 4am right now (Wednesday morning).
My head feels like a 5 pound sack filled with 20 pounds of shit in it, my nose went south on me & I've been coughing up chunks of my lungs.
*coughs* ugh..now that looks like my liver?
Anyway, despite all of the above bitching (complaints?) whatever you wanna call it...I'm sitting on my bed...downloading more than 20 hours worth of Comedy Central shows (thanks for the push! you know who you are!) & diligently watching every single one of them.
Oh...I'm having some yummy Frosties along with my..uhmm...*counts bottles*...this is my 6th Dew I think.
I'm fucking bored, I'm so tired & sick but I can't sleep. I got to "wake up" for work in a few hours...ironically my FIRST DAY! Wooo....big fucking deal.
Oh here are unrelated incidents of the Shaved Head Syndrome:
I shaved my head and....
1- Shaikh Jaber died.
2- I got the flu.
3- My friends got the flu.
4- The whole fucking world is sick.
5- Iran decided to scare the fuck outta everyone & go on with their nuclear program.
6- A woman of 600 years old calls me cute at the supermarket.
7- My Papa John's leftover pizza mysteriously disappears. (I suspect the Large Rat living across the hall.)
8- I get a phone call with an automated recording telling me "Hello, this is an automated recording. Someone wants to speak to you." (what in the flying fuck....?)
9- I finally get to start my new job....I think.
10- I walk out of the barber shop, rubbing my newly shaven head...then suddenly with a screech & bang...some dumbass decided to crawl up a Chevy's rear-end.
How's that for the Shaved Head Syndrome? I should shave off my goatee & mustache. Maybe Elvis Presley will come back to life....