May 28th, 2006


Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, And Tomorrow, Creeps In This Petty Pace From Day To Day

I just tallied up my shifts for this past week, and it turns out I worked 44 hours at my part time job. Yay. It's not terribly hard work, mind you, it's not intellectually taxing, it's all manual labor with a few small moments of decision making here and there, but this insane schedule has left me fried nonetheless. I'm being fueled entirely by caffeine and cigarettes, and it's barely doing the trick. Right now Bub from Day of the Dead would be a more charming and stimulating conversation partner than I.

Only one more week of this, though, and then it's off to Atlantic City for my friend Tony's bachelor party weekend. I'm looking forward to a nice, relaxing few days of snorting coke off a hooker's ass.


You know, I thought we were finished with the "it was all a dream" twist ending, since not only has it been done to death but it's also the world's most unsatisfying ending, being a cheap way out of all the plot complications without having to resolve any of them, but then I watched Stay, and nope, it's still with us.

Don't think of this as a spoiler, think of it as me saving you an hour and forty minutes.