"Thank You For Spitting On Me"

I'm going to give myself about 3.5 hours to make it to work. If I'm still late, yeah, they can screw off.

I slept for shit. Worried about the drive today, plus I have to step outside of my comfort level today. I have to call the car dealership and get some info about my wheel lock. Joy. I hate being so damn social phobic sometimes.

I guess social phobicness of mine is similar to my friends' smoking habit. Interesting. Gives me something to ponder today.

T out.