Fck. It's Thursday. I thought it was Friday. That's a huge blow. My rods and cones are all screwed up because of that holiday.
Fck it. I'm not goijng to work tomorrow. I don't like being tricked. There's actually a 24-hour reefer store within a 15 minute drive of here...that is just a stunning bright spot in and otherwise gloomy cast of dystopia.