Despite my normally robust constitution (and as I mentioned in my last post, a semi regular intake of cajun spiced crustaceans thanks to the local cajun joint) 3am found me woefully distressed. I think Agave might have snuck her angstful rebel freind Intestinal Death while exhaustion kept me busy at the front door.
So, no work for me today. I’m just not that cruel to my coworkers. Plus, that bitch Exhaustion is still hanging around somewhere. I may go after her with a pharmacudecal bat of some sort.
Someone call me if the world ends or something.