BEH!

My sister left today. I got up early today because I passed out last night real early. The dude from the valet job called today and told me I'm working at the Palace of Wong tonight at 4:30. I agreed to work eventhough I'm sick. In fact, I completely forgot that I was sick when I said I'd work. I feel better than I did yesterday, but I still feel like shit. I need some DayQuil. That shit works.

Fuck, I shouldn't have agreed to work. I'm in no condition.