Goddamnit. I have to work tomorrow. I NEVER work saturdays. That tears it. I'm killing someone. I need to pass on my anger somehow. And there are just far too many people that need to die. Why not kill too birds with one stone? I'm so pissed. This is like...the worst thing ever. I mean..I'm TRYING to plan a party tomorrow...and now its just gonna be a pain in the ass working things out. I'm just gonna quit. Fuck 'em. I'll just be broke. Oh, and my plans for tomorrow are kinda falling apart. I'm not sure if I'm gonna be able to get a girl over here tomorrow or not. Oh well...I mean...at least I'll be wasted. And I am gonna get FUCKED UP. I mean...If I remember ten minutes of the evening...I will be disappointed. Well, its now 2 AM...which generally isn't a problem for me...but tomorrow, Saturday in case you forgot, I have to get up at 9:30. So I'm gonna go take some tylenol PM...and try to pass out. Hey, maybe I'll just take the whole damn bottle and sleep forever. That'll show those fucks at my work who they're dealing with. No more Saturday mornings for me...(I'm not serious). "Everything to keep me together is falling apart I've got this thing I consider my only art Of fucking people over."