It's abnormal for me to talk to anyone and get a decent response. So many people are pissed off at me for no reason other than I try to be nice to them. So fuck it. I'm not going to be nice to people who are not nice to me. Two can play at their game.
I've had some hydrocodone here at work. Ooooh, doing drugs on the clock! Bad! I really don't care. They can't prove it and I won't admit to it.
Last night I dreamed that I was out with my friend Josh. That we went to homecoming together. Homecoming consisted of people sitting in a movie theater-like room watching bad videos on a screen. Once we got there, Josh dumped me. I was alone in Indiana somewhere, the flatlands, but people kept telling me it was Indy for some reason. Josh thinks my dreams are cute. I don't know what to say other than it's not cute, I woke up with a head ache, wanting to go back to sleep, but knowing that I had to go into work today.
Maybe after work I'll try to get unsick. I hate being sick.