It's nice to know that I haven't lost the ability to fuck myself over.
I have been trying to fall asleep since midnight. After attempting to read, watch tv, listen to music, masturbate, toss, turn, and lay in my own sweat, I have decided to just give up and cancel the sub job I had lined up for tomorrow.
This marks the third cancellation of my substitute teaching career. The first was because I hadn't mastered using the touch tone pad of my phone. The second was to ditch a teacher I didn't know for one that I did know.
But the third time MUST be the charm because I just know that if I tried to get up at 4:45am, put together an outfit and then go teach a subject that I have never taught before, at a school I've never taught at before, go to musical review rehearsal, and then to winterguard rehearsal, all on an hour and a half of sleep, I would fail at life, miserably.
Well no, now that's wrong. I am still failing at life because that was the only paying gig I had lined up for the week.
Anyone know if pawn shops take kittens?
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3 comments:
no, but theres one here that takes kidneys.
Money is overrated. Everything works out in the end. I learned this at the movies, and it never seems to fail. Unless you die of starvation. But hey, 'most of the time' is pretty good.
Plasma!
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