I think I got the least amount of sleep last night that I've ever had in a day.  Mostly thanks to a reoccurring nightmare about a plane crash (caused by a conversation I'd had earlier that evening about... er, plane crashes).  Only this time flaming bits were falling off the plane, and the name of the airlines was the name of the company I work for (which for the sake of this journal will be known as "The Company").  Every time I fell asleep the dream would pick up where it left off.  So I got up at 5 am, ate some Cap'n Crunch, and got ready for work instead.

Still nursing a hangover from Frank's very fun birthday party, I made my way into Boots in the station to pick up some oj when the shop assistant asks if I'm alright in a "boy you must have been really shitfaced last night" sort of way rather than a "are you looking for the shampoo aisle" way. 

So on to work where time seemed to go backwards.  My blurry eyes transposed 8:23 on the LED board for 8:32.  How disappointed was I when the next time I looked up the clock said 8:25.  Eventually my day got better when my friend N showed up to work with a new haircut and a new pair of shoes, sporting enough sass for the both of us.  Too bad they've rearranged our schedules so we don't get to talk anymore and that workers here aren't allowed two paid 15 minute breaks for every eight hours of work like in America.  Whinge.