It’s
12.021 pm and I’m still here. Urgh……
Just had lunch…. Rice packed into a polystyrene container topped with baked beans and egg and 2 prawns. I’m not supposed to eat prawns and egg cuz of my piercing. Yeah that well makes up 50% of my lunch today. Guess my hunger level…. Anyhows I’m far too tired to realise even if acids had burned a hole right thru it and I had my insides spilling out.
The latest development to my piercing (after last night’s wonderful itch session):
It’s
leaking transparent pale yellow fluid. Think it’s plasma. Lovely….
Looks like I’m in for another night shift tonight before my cousin takes over tomorrow night. Thank god I don’t have to do Friday night. God’s Kitchen, be my saviour.
Still
don’t understand this stupid system of property buying. It’s a step beyond
serving parole. N.B: Take issue to consumer association after getting adequate
sleep.
Total sleep obtained during stay: 2 hours and 10 minutes.
Comfort level: -10 (on a scale of 1 to10).
Irritability level: 20 (on a scale of 1 to 10).
Violent tendencies: 30 (on a scale of 1 to 10)
Also……
I desperately miss my shower. Must have shower…. Must have shower…….Need
cold water….
Got a sample review to do, interview’s on Friday, gotta figure out wardrobe and workout before the gig. Wonder what would the reaction of all those fat noisy ‘aunties’ sleeping in the back would be if I started a massive workout session here. Hmm..
Right
then, brain can’t handle anymore…. Must rest.
Oh and Bilal (see! there you are again) if you’re reading this. I’m not letting you get away with smoking that spliff ‘in my honour’!!! How about I do a few in YOUR honour? *grins slyly*
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