So tired. Waking up early, then trying to nerd out at night, isn't working too well. On the plus side, my job still rocks so hard I don't know what to do.

Tomorrow. PP. Being a woman sucks sometimes.

Tonight, sleeping on a bed. My bed, one which might smell like rotting flesh, but that's what I get for letting my brother borrow it.

Rotting Flesh.

I thought about how if I wasn't afraid of zombies, I might like to spend time in a cemetary. The one (of many) I drove past today looked very beautiful and peaceful. But you know, as soon as I start walking around, they'd come out of the ground and try to eat my brains.