Jesus H Christ on a pogo stick.

So fucking exhausted. Got back in town from a Monroe-based production meeting at 10. Got home around 11. Woke up a half hour late (5am) because I forgot to turn on the alarm while falling towards the bed.
So tired.
Head hurts.
Nausea.
And the damn fluoroescents are killing my eyes.


Was it worth it? No fucking clue, but somehow I doubt it.


Gah.

Fear and loathing, courtesy of plaidbrat

Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse: http://www.cnn.com/2004/SHOWBIZ/Music/03/10/music.menudo.reut/index.html


MAKE THE HURTING STOP! EARS BLEEDING NOW!