I mean, yeah, we do need to sleep, but I got so little of it this night that I will probably walk into something today. Literally, guys, less than four hours of sleep is not good. I can barely type, not to mention go to work and fill the paperwork. God damn, I even said I'm gonna work tomorrow, but that means that as soon as I get back from work today, I'm just going to fall into my bed and sleep.
Why I didn't get any sleep, you ask? God, I went to bed at like half nine. And then my boys came over to get me to their house and you do know I can't say no to the guys. I know I was supposed to go clubbing with my girls, but I was sooooo tired. And then they came over and I didn't have a choice. I did sleep through most of the film that we've watched (Friday the 13th - we had to watch a movie) but I didn't want guys to paint my face or anything so I'd wake up every few minutes just to check if they plan to do anything. I'm not even sure if I even had a conversation with them, I was just there, silently sitting on the couch.
I tried calling taxi after the movie, to get me home, but apparently the app I had didn't recognise my card, so I had to walk. It was soooo freaking cold. Even with my sweater and my blanket. I got back to my room all shivering and it was a disaster to actually get dressed down and go to bed. Though as soon as I touched my pillow, I was out. Literally, nothing could keep me awake at that time.
I texted my co-worker before going to bed that I might be late, but since I woke up as usual (ok, half an hour later) I might not be as late. Though we have a text that our meeting will start at 8:30 so I have additional 20 to nap. Let me just finish talking here, drinking my morning coffee and get back to Brad.
I got a text yesterday, while being at guys. It was... hm, I don't even know how to explain this. My Mums good friend's brother? But she's my friend as well, so that's complicated. Anyway, what he texted was that he was my Mums friend and She was really kind and if I do need any help, I should just ask him. I have no idea why this happened. So strange, seriously. I mean, yeah, I posted my Mums picture on facebook the other day, but that doesn't mean I'm asking someone to help me out. I'm good. If I'd need help, I'd ask my friends and relatives, not someone I spoke maybe two times in my life. He was like 'we can also be friends' but honestly, that felt so strange.
But hey, who has time to worry, right? I'm gonna tell that to my auntie so she'd explain everything to me and then I'm good.
God I feel like I'm literally dying. I really hope I won't get any cunt customers today, or I'll snap. I really wanted to punch someone yesterday, so you know.
anyway, love you my cutie pies ;33
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