Mmm. Drugs.
... these Alka-seltzer horsepills I took 20 minutes ago haven't kicked in yet.

"If you wanna be knocked out, take the giant purple or blue pills in the medicine cabinet!" Matt said, in a loud voice via Sprint PCS. The last I spoke with him tonight, he was waiting patiently for the "L" downtown. Gabe and him went to see The White Stripes. Matt had forgotten that Gabe got him a ticket. When he realized this, he tried getting me one, but alas, they were sold out. Ah, well. I'm sure they'll be around again, at some point. I'm glad Matt got to go hang with his guy buddy for awhile, anyway. I was kind of stoked to get the place to myself for a little, because I had all these domesticated girl plans-o-evil. Yes, it was going to be just me and the apartment. I was going to hang our clothes up that is taking up three laundry baskets stuffed in a corner of our bedroom. I could have taken the clean dishes out of the dishwasher. Even changed Gatts' litter. Guess what? Didn't happen. It didn't happen because I'm sick. That's my excuse, dammit. Thanks, Matt, for giving me your icky sinus crap. My throat feels like I've been chewing on sandpaper for the last eight years. So. I alka-seltzered, and I'm waiting for the "knock-your-ass-out-cold" feeling to take effect. 10:55. Still not here.

One more long day at work, and then a long weekend comes. Hurry up, tomorrow. Get here already. The sooner you're here, the quicker you'll go away.

Heh. Wow. All of a sudden, I feel a little... floaty. I love horsepills. And tuna.