  Aghhhhhhh. I hate this non sleeping/ sleeping like a baby shiznit. Another restful two hours of sleep last night, and boy, am i just rarin' to go. The truly wicked thing is that I do not work again until tomorrow at five, so maybe, just maybe I won't feel like a corpse then. Check this out: I like my job. I like my co-workers. The feelings of stupidity that go with the training process are kicking off at a regular rate, and I get to work with Kurt, and a plethora of Pretty Cool People.
Even the lunkhead i mentioned a few post back is a prime example of Good People. Time will tell whether or not he is as dumb as I suspect he is. (He might not be, it could be just an 18-year-old-male thing). My back is crazy sore, however, the confidence and edification of this job are well worth the pain. For the last 2 hours or so, I've been trying to find this tile game that was on my boyfriend's computer, when I was in high school. No luck, but if this sounds familiar to anyone, please, please PLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEASSSSSSEEEE let me know. Okay. You have a few tiles, on a board. You match the tiles according to symbol, or color, or both. You must make lines of five, (or six? ) and after every move, the computer plunks down a few more random tiles, in random places. It's soothing to my brain to play, and I like the additive aspect of it, instead of trying to take tiles away, like in mah jongg solitare.
George Lucas ruined youth With the steaming pile of crap That is the Prequels* * i am, i suppose, a hypocrite, or maybe just an insane optimist when i say i will be among the first in line to get tickets to episode three. Please, George, don't do anything stupid, and cause me a stroke. I'm starting to wonder if i have worms. I'm hungry perpetually. Then again, I am gaining weight, so, maybe no worms. On the other hand, really, with what I have been eating lately, I should be probably be waaaaaaaaaaay fatter.
So, maybe, they're just little worms. That's a vivid thought, isn't it? Anyways, yeah, think i gained about 5-10 pound in the last two weeks, because i have been eating donairs, pizza, and garlic fingers, and washing it all down with coke. Oh, and then some chocolate for dessert. And then, I stated work at the pizza place, where i get seven bucks of free food every day. Lord, it is time to grant your child restraint, please. There is the temptation to see how fat i can possibly get in, say, the next month, but it's one of those unhealthy urges, like the time I left the mac and cheese in the bowl for my entire month long Christmas vacation.
Or those other urges, like to turn the car into oncoming traffic, to go down a one way street the wrong way, to shave off my eyebrows, or to take a big ol' poo in front of the arts building. I call these lemming urges. They seemed to have begun my second year of university. I was late for a job interview, across main street.
There were cars coming. Something snapped in my head, and i ran across the road anyways, and avoided narrowly getting myself killed, not to mention narrowly avoiding causing a massive car pile up. I still feel guilty about it. Ever since, when i ave these counter productive urges, i tell someone about it, or write it down right away, to quash it down. It's worked, so far. I'm gonna go eat. 
