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Last night was the worst night I've had in a while. I kept having dreams that made no sense, and one involved the violent death of an old friend. To make it worse, because it felt like I hadn't slept (despite being asleep by about nine), I pressed Snooze a few times on the alarm clock, so now I'm just exhausted. It's only Thursday. Week's moving way too slowly. I don't want to take off because I already took 2 1/2 days off last week... meh. Need to get to PA already. I wish I worked a shortened week or something. -_-

Uh, reporter, that explosion COULD have happened at a worse time. Try one hour earlier. By six, most people have already left their jobs.

Um, ew.

This CD gets deleted off my hard drive. Anyone who does a remix of Bubble Man's theme and screws it up fails. </geek>

Anyway.

May not go to work tomorrow, but I'm not sure. Today wasn't as bad as yesterday, but I was still in a perpetually foul mood. I know the events yesterday are what triggered it, but I'm not sure what's making it hang around. Could be I want to get to PA already. Could be I've found something much more worthwhile in hanging out with Beth last weekend, and being thrown back into the usual is irritating me more. Don't know. I told Mom I wanted to take tomorrow off earlier when she called and realized I was in One of Those Moods (which deserve capitalization, believe me), and she didn't even say anything. I couldn't rant the way I wanted to because she'd called me at my desk, and you know, people around... Had she called my cell phone, I'd have headed into the elevator bay or down to the lobby or something. A little while ago, she asked if I knew what I was doing yet, and I said I didn't know, and she sort of grinned at me and said "You know." She expects I'll take off. I'm not sure. I'll see how I feel in the morning, and if I don't feel like going, I won't. I've wanted to head to downtown Brooklyn anyway. Or I could go up on the early train, the one that leaves at nine or something. Mom's picking Grandma up in the morning, but she'll probably get her as soon as she leaves work, which means I'd have to meet her in Queens at 179. Nah. Too much traveling to do too early in the morning. I just know I'm not in the mood to have a third day with a screaming headache.