Help is only one pill away....

I just slept for 12 hours straight and.....

...........I'm never doing that again.

I suppose I was merely exhausted from another ten hour shift of bullshitted semi-friendlness. Still, the horror that I've failed so utterly as an insomniac is staggering.

Eh. Oh well. Shit happens. The world doesn't really need to hear about my sleeping habits does it?

No. It really doesn't.

I've made a new discovery recently: the incredible addictive properties of Red Bull. Hell below, that is one glorious drink. (Not to be put on a pedastal higher than my even more glorious Coke of course). At but a glance on the back, it's easy to see it's a well brewed mixture of lightly carbonated death, but one finds it hard to care when one is handed three of them for free by an even more addicted co worker after a six hour shift just doubled because the mother fucking truck is late again..................

Heh. Rambling. Whoops.

These things happen when one is losing the last frayed threads of their sanity to the real world. Heheheheh.

Damned real world.

Damn it.