hello tiredness my old friend

Finally got to sleep at about 12:45 or so last night.

THen had horrid dreams. I was, like, part of a cursed family, and so centuries' worth of demons and stuff were after me. It wasn't very pleasant.

And then my alarm went off at 6 and I got up about 10 minutes later. The end.

Well, although my stomach hurts. But other than that, the end.

I like this song, it reminds me of stuff

Work was interesting today. We had very very very boring work, and lots of it, but to make up for that we had extremely funny conversation. There was lots of talk about drugs; as I noted to the others, I've heard more drug jokes in the past two or three days than I had for the previous two or three years.

The drug talk segued into Chad saying "I'm so high, my nose is bleeding," and Steve mocked him for sounding extremely white. Then Chad and Steve talked to each other in stereotypical black-gangsta talk ("Yo, dawg, what up?" "Let's go back to my crib and we can chill.") for about five minutes, which was painfully funny, as Steve's asian and Chad's white. Chad was funnier, though, because while Steve sounded halfway passable, Chad sounded like he was reading it off the monitor or something. "Let's get some fly honeys. Word."

One of them also said something that cracked us all up and nearly caused me to stop breathing, but now I can't remember what it was. Rarr.

Ah, yes, there's Steve's new method of turning things others say into a one-size-fits-all snide comment. If someone says something to him that he doesn't like, he'll take a verb or an easily-verb-ified word from what the person said, and respond "How about I [insert word here] my foot up your ass?" So when we were talking about Star Wars, he noted that a good response to "the Force is not strong with you" would be "How about I Force my foot up your ass?" That was amusing, but it wasn't the amusing thing.

Oh, and the me-getting-fired count is now up to 7. I almost got it up to 8 except Steve said he was only reminding me that I was fired, not firing me again per se. So bork.

this is why I want to avoid confrontations, because they only make things worse

Mom went and talked to the neighbors about their noisiness (although I asked her not to, because I don't want to risk having one of them glaring at me the next time they happen to see me, or even worse, cornering me and asking me just who the hell I think I am with my whole "wanting to have quiet at night" thing). I vaguely expected that if she did, she'd get a nonstraight answer; I was right. Neighbordude claims that it couldn't be them, because they're always asleep at night. Especially 11 o'clock last night. Never mind that I see their mouths move through their window when "someone" can be heard laughing and talking, never mind that I saw their car pull in last night and them get out at the same time that oddly familiar voices started discussing people with the same names as people who live in that house. It couldn't be them, golly gee, it must be some other neighbors!

The best part is that now I feel both guilty, and doubtful of whether it really is them. Even though I have visual evidence. Well, I could've been half-asleep and seen things wrong, the visual confirmation of their mouths moving doesn't mean anything since they could've been talking quietly at the same time that the mysterious Other Neighbors were talking loudly, I could be imagining that the voices are the same ones that I know DO belong to the individuals in question...

And my head hurts, and my stomach hurts, and I napped too long and wasted my entire evening, and I'm groggy. Whee.