Damn fridays and my two hour 9am tutorial for bastard Classical theatre where there are the scary theatre people! People who work in theatre need shirts that say 'I AM A CRAZY BASTARD' so that the rest of us hungover people may avoid them and spend our mornings in peace.
A week has past, and I went to the doctor. Apparently I am quite healthy if you take away the 50% chance of death by heart attack. Have to go and have a blood test on monday morning, so that means no eating for 15 hours before hand. Well, I'm outta food anyway. But since this is a new doctors surgery they will proably insist on trying to find blood in my right arm... oh fuck, I forgotten which arm they can get blood out of. They will be poking around in my arm for months if they get the wrong one. And I am not a fan of needles.
Got locked out of my bedroom last night by a sleepwalking roomate. Had to spend night on couch.
There needs to be more slaughter of the innocent. Especially the bastard theatre innocent.
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