You have no idea how sleepy I feel. Who would’ve thunk it, huh? For some inexplicable reason all I can think about is breasts (could be that my friend in front of me is scouring the internet looking for naked celebrities and I’m just flat out eavesdropping) and I’m feeling more sleepy than I am hung over. I actively pursued getting 2 of my friends drunk last night, and succeeded. In return by what I can only conclude is Karma, a friend’s dog bit me. A huskie, big motherfucker who likes me a whole deal yet likes to play rough. Rough enough to bite by hand. Now, one out of two: either nothing happens or I will really turn into a wolfman come full moon. After taking a quick nap at the Canadians’ place I got home at around 7AM and took another snooze yet I swear that I don’t remember the drive to my office building… at least someone dropped me off, but fuck…

I missed days like last night. In what should’ve been a bust, somehow the night came down from under and it turned out to be quite enjoyable. I’m more sleepy than I am drunk, and in dire need of caffeine in my system. Or sleep. Fuck, I might as well crawl under the desk and go to sleep right now. I think I’m gonna get pierced above my chin on Monday, yet I’m still debating on it. It looks like I’m hellbent on sealing my fate, since not many pierced and tattooed up individuals get good places in business unless you make one of your own, which in my book is absolutely fine. Anyway, today’s the third and fourth place match between Portugal and World Cup host Germany so be sure to catch that, as well as the grand finale on Sunday between France and Italy… it should be a great game. I’m out, bitches. Writing is making my head hurt.

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