I've missed a few days

I am still at work, I should have been off by 11. I should have taken a lunch. I am just getting close to closing out my shift (still another 1/2 hour to go) all because someone took in an order that took me two hours and 66 pages to write up, but less than seven minutes to print. Talk about insane. I am tired and I want to go home and have a beer and go home. God I wanna go home.

I ran into the guard hedge on the way to work. I fell asleep. Then I was sent on delivery into SJ. Almost fell asleep three times there. I need to get sleep.

I have to go and close my drawer now. Byeees.
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It's 43 degrees outside and I am wearing two layers of clothing. Sweatpants, a wife beater; a pair of jeans and my long sleave pt shirt.

The inspector ran through my appartment and recorded my room as the 'computer room' not a room a grown man sleeps in, but a computer room. How quaint. I didn't even get a ding, after all my hard work (hazzah, right)my roomate got one for haveing thier kid's bunkbed too close to the window and for having a high head board in thier own room. talk about irony. I work like a dog for 16 hours to get this mess ready and they get dinged.
KeK

P.S. Everyone who reads this needs to go here and vote. it's really interesting.
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Valentines Day.
What exactly are we supposed to celebrate on Febuary 14th?
Well there are a couple of theories:
1) This is the celebration of Valentine's brutal death for marrying yound couples against the law.
2) Or maybe it is the glorification of Valentine's attempts to free prisoners from an escpecially violent prison and torture facility.
3)Or could it be another attempt by the Christions religion to drown out everything Pagan, by using Valentine's death (or a date remotely near it) to camoflauge a fertility celebration dedicated to Faunus (the Roman deity of agrocolture) and Romulus and Remus.
So you be the judge. Which of these stories began the comercialist holliday we now know as Valentine's day.

I've been doing so well all week, not an ounce of sardonic depression. Until I woke up Teusday (14th) morning. I woke up and realized the ludicrious amounts of sickeningly sweet sudo-commerciallism/Christian religous dogma flittering throughout the air on the breath of the populace not intelligent and/or of a sizable amount of free will to learn things and discover the truth on thier own. It almost tasted like bile in my mouth.

After I pick up my girls I find out that my appartment is going to be inspected for code violations. I haven't had a chance to organize my room since I moved in -it's a mess. That sorta took presidence over a silly holiday. Well, it turns out that that is not the right descision. But it's ok, she's got pleanty of people to occupy her.