ihavebeenfloated

Man, I had the worst night ever last night. The holiday party at work was great, fantastic really, until the last hour in which I felt like I was going to collapse and kill myself, I waited around so long only to finally win in the raffle, since I absolutely knew I was going to, and I knew that SB’s ticket, which I was holding on to after she left, was going to win as well. Both tickets won. She won a $25 AMC gift certificate and I won, get this, a bottle of wine.

The problem was that, for whatever reason, I only managed to sleep three hours before the party. After the party, I had to go to work. I left the party a bit early and napped for an hour, and woke up feeling worse than I did before. I got a migraine on par with Monday night’s migraine, wanting to puke at all, and my supervisor, despite watching me run to the bathroom every so often thinking I was going to puke everywhere, didn’t offer to send me home even though they were OK. Also, I never felt like asking, because I knew what she thought.

But, lets not get into that.

Needless to say the fact that I only almost snapped in my last hour of work proves that I have some sort of will power.

Back to work I go…

I swear at some point I will review The Machinist and post a detailed post about Number Stations.