work sucked. slow ass night and i wasn't really feeling motivated despite being on nearly fatal amounts of drugs. well it wasn't all that bad, especially compared to last night (tuesday night). brian kept pushing me out the door to leave, but i would not have it. mary was in at four to do fucking monthly inventory. hoo-rah my ass, the eight hours were not well lived. chick working next door was pounding down purple rockstars, made me wish i was in milwaukee pounding a big rig with krystal as she pounds down a purple rockstar. whack shit. more craft work today for sure. prob wait until dad rolls out, and setup things in the kitchen, working at the desk even with a collapsable table just wasn't working yesterday. it may have been responsible for my sudden lack of interest in succeeding the project yesterday too. well i'm super tired, so i have to go change that...