11:19 p.m. - 2010-03-05
employment woes.
Any day now, everything is just going to go very, very wrong.
It's all being prepared, set up, put in place. Like an enormous display of dominos. Only they're made of glass shards and napalm.
It's gonna blow right the hell up, and my face is just gonna get murdered to death.
But maybe not.
Maybe it'll all work out.
Totally feels like murder though.
It's got that murder stink on it. You know what I'm talking about. Kind of a week-old cat litter smell. The whole place smells like that.
Metaphorically.
Not actually, 'cos...y'know, ew.
I really need to not lose my job.
David.
