Thursday, June 22, 2006

Who am I, Master P?

I am so tired today. So very, very, very tired. I feel like a zombie. When I am communicating with my coworkers in a verbal manner (read: talkin' wit ma peeps) I feel like there are actual words coming out of my mouth, but I strongly suspect that I might really just be standing there saying something that sounds like "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Uhhhhh? Uhhhhhhhhhhh." But really, there's no way to tell for sure. Perhaps there is a career as a hardcore rapper in my future after all. I mean, I am from the "dirty south". (OF CANADA!!!)

Or I could just skip the rappin' and go straight to Dancing with the Stars. Master P is an idiot.

Yesterday was crazy fun. Yep. That's right, bitches. I got paid to play games at the beach all day. Jealous much? HA! BUT... this all came with a price. All of that time in the sun left me right bloody exhausted! Also, there was a bit of running in the sand involved. So now my legs hurt. (Don't you laugh. That shit is harder than it looks! It is nothing like regular running!)

The other day I watched that episode of Seinfeld where George sleeps under his desk. At the time, it just seemed hilarious... but now it just seems so goddamn practical! I think I could make it work. I must say, I'm pretty tempted.

There is something to be said about the understated genius of the George Costanza. The plan is almost foolproof!

But alas, I will not do so. *sigh* But I may just go to bed at 5:30. We'll see. Do apples help wake you up? Cause I have one of those. Holy crap, I'm tired.

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