Silence is a virtue to which only the dead really aspire

I am entirely too exhausted to blog...yet here I am anyway.

Something today seems to be out of the usual ordinary (from my perspective of course) to me...and yet for some reason I can't think of what it is.

Not to immediately get off subject, but do you know how hard it is to sleep at the keyboard with the page making strange noises? Easy isn't quite the word I'd use.

Back to what I was saying:

Some sort of strange(r) thing happened today. Ah fuck it. Brain far too dead. At least I can look forward to finals this week in school. Easy as hell for me and I get out at 10:40 a.m. starting Wednesday. So..much..time..to..surf the...net..

Oh, I remember now. Heh. I applied for a job. How the hell did I manage to forget that minor piece of news? That in itself is odd enough....I'm hoping I can be a stockperson at the grocery store...either that or a cart pusher. Every fiber of my being detests the thought of being a cashier. But of course, I will do it for the money.

If I even get hired.

I'm not to concerned. I've seen some of the dimwits and dumbasses that they hire. I figure, if those people find a job, I'm sure I'll find one soon enough. And that is about as optimistic as I care to get.

Given that I can hardly type I'm yawning so much, I'm just going to say "fuck it" and crawl up to my lair.....