My last night. By Ren

I left the office almost 20 minutes after that post. By the time I left, I had a "terminator" eye (y'know, all crazy red and scary looking). Managed to get home in one piece. Went and fed my friend's cats and wandered to the LCBO. There, I spoke waaaaay too loudly on my cellie of doom ("Scottie don't" was the favoured quote) picked up some Heineken and had this little sketchy dude stand a wee bit too close to me at the checkout counter.

Got home. Drank beer. Had hot dogs (what WAS I thinking?!?!?!). Passed out on the sofa for a few hours. Chatted with the gal. Dragged my ass upstairs to my room. Attempted to check my email. Realised that my new Terminator eye was acting up. Gave up and went to sleep.

Y'all fucking wish you were me.