i'm a week late. and i'm laughing about it. - i need to do something exhilarating. i am bored of this routine. work. eat. sleep. panic. repeat. besides greek christmas, there was absolutely nothing interesting about this past week. also, i realised that i am in fact two weeks late, not one. i'm waiting for the hysteria to wear off. there might be an alien-like creature growing inside of me. there might be an alien-like creature growing inside of me! in my head, when i try to picture the fetus in the womb, i always make it look more terrorizing than it should be. usually there's green goo surrounding it and it has a pair of monster fangs and what not. it's probably because of the horror i associate with being pregnant. i am still laughing about it. really. i am a fucking nut. that's all. i need sleep and, for the first time in three months, i am really missing the numbing effects of codeine. - danny sean says: come to the danny rebel show at the pound, tonight cristina says: i'm too busy eating donuts and playing solitaire sean says: solitaire? you mean watching porn. anyways, either way, you're lame. i haven't seen you in a week, fuck. come out it'll be sick. cristina says: but it's she-man porn! no, seriously, i'm exhausted from working a nine hour shift and waking up at five. i might pass by tomorrow. i probably won't pass by tomorrow. a full day of sleep sounds so delightful. also, i realised i stiffed four people today. i was supposed to go out with genia for her birthday, and go to clydes with victoria, aaannd have supper with ryan and his parents.