Amazing Sensational Spectacular

last night i stumbled home from nearly eleven hours of work. i'd done it without smoking any cigarettes, and only eating one dollar menu burger. i spent every bit of my energy on appearing to be in a good mood about it all, but my brain was misfiring and my body was about ready to collapse.

that nob hill hill never seemed more wretched. i wonder if anyone mistook me for a depressed single meandering about. or if i looked more like a hipster-zombie. they're both pretty horrible and inaccurate. see, i've been trapped in a sort of hellish conundrum: i need money to eat, so i'm willingly working as much over-time as possible-- taking ten minute lunches and ten hour shifts-- i've racked up more than a week's worth of work in just three days. and i'm doing it so i can make money quicker, and in turn, eat sooner.

i guess it's a little like stretching a rubber band backward so it'll shoot forward. except i have a feeling the rubber band is having more fun than me. though i'm a pretty elastic man when it comes to finances. and i get paid this thursday-- so here's hoping i don't die beforehand.

i don't know how long i stared at blogger's "new post" button before giving in and accepting my brain had been too fried by the day to write anything worthwhile.

so that was my recap of the night and here is the newest, greatest, photo of spider-man instead of anything else.


the end. bedfacepillownow.

out.