Well shit. twenty-nine hours without sleep. Enough to make a grown man cry, but I'm not gonna get started on that.
I got the bills paid, though, but I ran out of stamps. So I went searching through Karens desk looking for some... and Lo! and Behold! I found a hash pipe, still pretty well filled with hash. Matts days here are very numbered. Small numbers. Pissed me off in two ways... it's completely disrespectful to sponge off of somebody and now care about the rules... and I really didn't think that he was that stupid.
Or that I was stupid enough to say yes when Karen asked if he could stay here for a coupla months.
Anyway, that's that.
Easy night last night, except for the staying awake part. I'm now officially too pooped to pop. Or to poop.... or whatever.
Take the pills. Go to bed. Sleep until 17:30, then get up for the last night. No extra for me this pay period.
I hope.