Me:<whines> Ke-eith. I don’t wanna go to work tomorrow.
Keith: Blow it off! Work is for chumps!

This week is lasting forever. Last night I was all like “why is it only Tuesday????
 
This day is lasting forever, and I’m cranky. I get annoyed every time the phone rings. I want to scream every time a caller wants me to look up a number for them. Haven’t they ever heard of a phone book? Hell, the phone book is on the Internet; that’s much faster than calling me and having me look up the number.
 
The fact that I have to go to three hour class tonight, that I can’t skip, because I’ve skipped too many times is enough to make me want to cry. Actually, I probably will cry. I can feel it – I’m in one of those moods where something extremely stupid like traffic or inability to get my paper to print will set me off. Because I’m an a member of the irrational half of the species and we cry for no reason, or something. 
 
I need to go watch a movie where lots of stuff gets blown up and drink beer to balance this out.