That's what Lindt wanted to know. And, my answer is apparently YES, as I awoke the other night to find a piece of chocolate still in my hand (one I had fallen asleep before greedily gobbling it up, it seems) melted, and smeared ALSO on my face; not to mention, I also found it up my nose!
What a fucking NIGHTMARE. I love chocolate; its my best friend, sometimes...but NEVER AGAIN will I hope to dream in chocolate. *shudders*
Anyways; today is another day.
I'm out of weed, so I'm trying to tweak out as many resin highs that I can before Saturday. This makes me grumpy, and provides a headache.
I had to work. It rained all day. When I went out to do my lot check, which is code for smoke a cigarette and stall, I had to warn my manager that it was very likely that I should melt. I did not, and was rewarded with 2 more hours of work. Yippee. Oh, and I cussed out the sister in law via phone because she was being an uppity bitch. Pardon ME for not fawning over her TWO DAYS OF WORK whilst I've worked for the past FIVE MONTHS without her doing a damned thing. I mean, how could I be SO inconsiderate as to not realize the blaring sacrifice she's made for my benefit....
After work, I came home, got online, and mucked around. There's really not a lot of joy in the midwest to be had on a Wednesday night. The resin high I'm sporting is a MINOR plus, but the headache is starting to rear its ugly head. It doesn't help that my wonderful fan is making that LOVELY whirring sound I so adore, either.
I will be happy when the sandman visits tonight.
...just don't let him bring me chocolate.
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