Monday.

So, Sunday is American Football night, right? Wrong. I watched the Steelers Ravens game and went to bed, trying to avoid the unavoidable sleepwalking at work the next day.

Go to sleep at 10pm, wake up at 2am, try to fall asleep again, fail, get up and start doing shit until I have to leave home for work at 6am.

11 fucking hours at work, jonesing for my next caffeine fix.

I'm placed in the most boring fucking position, guarding a door to a lecture hall about c-peptide and its miraculous effects on people with diabetes. In order to avoid falling asleep, I make friends with my colleagues in the nearest positions, one is this guy that is really cool, but gets too much in boring detail in his stories and I have to keep biting my tongue, and hope the pain keeps my eyes open; and the other is this funny, cute, smart girl, that smiles way too much my way for my own sake.

Somehow I end up with her number on my cell phone.

Luckily, I know how this story ends, lol.

So, 6:30pm, I'm released from my duties for the day. On the way to the car, my intestine alarm goes off, and this time I didn't even touch the shitty chocolate mousse at lunch, just fucking white rice with roast beef, but somehow those fuckers put something on the fucking meat sauce that makes me make a run for the nearest WC in a mall.

I take the worst shit in months, and realize there's no fucking toilet paper in my stall. I patiently wait for the one next to me to be vacant... No toilet paper either. I have to go outside and get the fucking thing myself. I spend 10mins cleaning dry shit from my ass.

On the ride home, FUCKING rush hour traffic, I can't see shit because the sun hits me right in the face, and I'm almost falling asleep at least 10 times.

Now, I'll go to sleep for 16hours, so tomorrow I can repeat this shit.

Actually, even if I went to bed now, I could only sleep 9 hours.

Beautiful.

This will be every day of my week. I bet you're looking forward for tomorrow's update.