still walking, still talking, still worshiping satan

This post is mainly an excuse to show off my new icon.

Day 8. This is retarded. I feel like I'm doing some kind of marathon, except no deserving charity will be getting any money.

Well, except for the deserving charity of me. Hell, it better be me. If I don't get a reasonably-sized paycheck at the end of all this crap, it will be highly unlikely they'll be able to convince me to do it again.

I anticipate homicidal rages by day 10. By day 12 I'll be speaking in tongues and biting the heads off of chickens.

Yesterday was the transition from midnights to days, so I only slept for about 3 hours in an attempt to get myself back onto sleep-at-night schedule. So my brain was completely mush. I could barely remember my name, and forget doing anything actually useful. I was like this only once before, and I had to call up the_axel and ask him to tell me what I was supposed to be doing that day.

Now I'm debating whether or not to go out to the pub tonight. I have zero money and after a 92 (and counting) hour work-week, I could really use an early night.

But still. I'm tempted.

[Edit: Didn't make it. Zehr zehr Müde.]

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the_axel is playing Oasis.

I fucking hate Oasis.

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All you goth types, go check out this Earth Loop Recall track. I love it.

In fact, non-goths go check it out too. Tell me what you think.

(Edited to add low bandwidth version.