hey hey. i made it to work today, but i don't know how much longer i can hold up. the main problem is that i got around 3 hours of sleep last night. i woke up at 1am, and for the next 6 or 7 hours I was stuck in the most boring dream in the world. you know how sometimes you'll be dreaming an awesome dream and then something momentarily wakes you up and you can't get back into the dream? total opposite last night. i was forced to play out the dumbest dream ever, which basically entailed me being the crew chief of this absolutely gigantic space ship (i even spoke out loud to my brain, saying "i don't have the processing power to fully realize this space ship"), and getting things ready for take off. total, total misery.
i'm not going to make it to jongre's party tonight because i'm still feeling like ass, and there's absolutely no way i can withstand barsmoke right now. shit, i can barely tolerate how cold it is outside right now, and it isn't even that cold (or so i'm told). what's worse is that 2 weeks ago, jongre and i had decided that we were going to be Run DMC. no joke. imagine my genuine horror and disbelief when i heard the news this morning.
mission for this afternoon: see if i can get away with crawling under my desk for a nap.