[i read a book to stay awake...] "Blind Melon anyone?" so now i'm torn. in two. stay with the job. or leave hell. man. there doesn't seem to be anything i'm qualified for. nothing real anyways. i have a food hangover right now. stuffed to the GILLS. ewwwww. i hate this feeling. so anyways. what to do. that's the question. i hate that job. i hate waiting on people. i hate bagging shit. and holding small, useless conversation. i hate trying to act perky. and upbeat. o. man. o. man. just bare down and bite it. right? deal with it for now. i quit all these jobs. and i have no real excuse. or lie. i just all around hate working for the MAN. in the system. i want my own system. i want to write my own pay-checks. will this ever happen? probably not. ever. 2 to 11 tonight. 3 to 12 tomorrow night. and the beat goes on. right around my head. taunting me. i don't really have anything important to type right now. except the same ol shit. about the same ol shit. i can barely type as it is. usually i'm quick at this. now i'm slow. sloooooooooooooooow. i guess i better go and get ready. to work. to loathe the job. o. jove. "And they said it'd never happen..." DFN.