I wanna be drunk right now.

Music: stupid drunk neighbors and American Dad
i don't care what time it is

Day two at work and I feel like I've been run over by a mack truck. My brain feels like mush, I'm irritable at the drop of a pin, and my arm feels like it's about to fall off. Hmm, maybe then I'll learn to do things with my right hand for once. And I'm eating everyone out of house and home. Last night, ate my parents' food. Tonight, I'm at a friends' and he's got some really good food. And alcohol..lots of alcohol. I want to get drunk, maybe I'll actually sleep toinght, but then I won't go to work tomorrow. I haven't slept in two days, and maybe that's where the edginess is stemming from. Thursday night, Zquil failed me. Anxiousness kept me awake. Last night, my phone goes off. I gota find a way to turn off those fucking alerts on my phone. It went off at 12:30, and I was sleeping good. Fucker. Then I hear my dad roaming around the kitchen. So here I am trying to find some peace (and a quicker work route..yes, i'm using my friends for saving on gas. shame on me), and none is coming. The neighbors are Raven fans and they are now drunker than ever and celebrating the AFC moment. UGH. If t he Texans win,  I'm changing states. I don't want to hear 30 minutes of news coverage a night of super bowl madness. No one cares. 

Thank God i've got my own room. It's peaceful until the neighbors and said stupid friend get rowdy. I'd be drinking right along with them If I didn't have to work tomorrow. I'm exhausted. I need sleep, and to beat the hell out of some people. And three (yes, three) computers for me to play on in here. Too bad I go back home tomorrow night and can't fully use them to my evil potential. I don't know how I'll make it one more day at work. I felt like I was going to drop earlier today. I took some 5 hour energy, and that helped. Actually, I now know the true effects of a 5 hour energy on my brain. This morning I took my first half bottle, desperate to wake up. Needless to say it was all I could do to keep from asking the unloaders 'you need pallets? I've got pallets..PALLETS PALLETS PALLETS' and bouncing on the machine all morning. Nearly got run over by another driver because my mind was going every which way from Sunday. That broke me out of my trance and snapped me back into focus. It was all fun and games until we got locked into certain doors, no back-hauling, and production took a nose dive. UGH!

We didn't have to stay late and the weather sucked, not to mention there's good food, so here I sit. Waiting for 6pm Sunday night. Freedom. Sleep. Peace. 

I'm hoping I get some peace once the idiots shut it down. It's weird. It's not home, but it's ok. Closer to work, and a long drive back home tomorrow. Looking forward to next week. Today was good, especially at the end of the day. Hoping tomorrow goes better and I get some rest tonight. I love random blogs like this because I just type whatever comes out, maybe i need to do this more often. Get some shit off my chest, rant if I need to. I love rants. Especially when I'm drunk.

I wanna be drunk right now. Stupid idiots. I'm jealous.