I’ve totally figured out the cure for my insomnia……….going to work.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a payroll week and I\u2019m busy, but all I can think of is closing my eyes and going to sleep.<\/p>\n
Fuck people\u2019s paychecks. They don\u2019t need to get paid, right?<\/p>\n
Oh all RIGHT! I\u2019ll pay them, but then I\u2019m putting my head down and going to sleep!<\/p>\n
Ok, so I keep forgetting that I\u2019m sending things to the printer. I get up to do something else and then realize I don\u2019t have what I printed so I print it again.<\/p>\n
OMG I\u2019M KILLING TREES! I should be burned at the stake!<\/p>\n
I need to be stopped cuz it’s not enough that I’m killing trees by wasting paper. Apparently I need to burn them down too for my self-mutilation\/self-sacrifice.<\/p>\n
I’m going to hell.<\/p>\n
Good thing I don’t believe in hell.<\/p>\n
And that the liquor store is just down the street.<\/p>\n
Update<\/strong>: So that last line doesn’t really make sense to me, which means I imagine that it *absolutely* doesn’t make any sense to a lot of people. So, let me add that if I’m going to hell, I’ll be the geeky popular wanna be who brings booze to desperately try to fit in.<\/p>\n Look out Satan…..here I come and I’m bringin’ a keg to get the party started!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I’ve totally figured out the cure for my insomnia……….going to work. It\u2019s a payroll week and I\u2019m busy, but all I can think of is closing my eyes and going to sleep. Fuck people\u2019s paychecks. They don\u2019t need to get paid, right? Oh all RIGHT! I\u2019ll pay them, but then I\u2019m putting my head down … Continue reading *updated* The series of tweets that became a blog post.<\/span>