First off: 2200! Awesome .

Second: I've been real out of it lately. I've hardly been on MSN and Skype because work wears me out so much. Been in a slight funk, burnt out from work, etc. I am apparently the only person there who can't call off, even though I do it like once every three or four months. Just when I feel sick. I tried calling off last week and my boss flipped out and I went in anyway. Other people around me got to call off but not this lycus. I cannot tell y'all how many times I felt like passing out or throwing up but I stayed strong. My boss gets on my ass for being one minute late most of the time, but I figure fuck 'em. I bust ass when I'm there and don't ask to go home early. He passed giving me a raise and gave it to one of the employees who bitches the most. I'm getting sick of the injustice and being real sick of being a nice guy. It doesn't help me out at all. All it does is get people to take advantage of me being nice and I can't take it anymore. I'm on the verge of snapping. I haven't felt stress like this at all. I would kill for a vacation but don't qualify for one. While my boss goes home early, like some of my other co-workers, and gets a vacation next week. Which should be nice not seeing that asshole. My boss expects me to do things that aren't easy but he and the day shift can. The fucking day shift pisses me off. A bunch of lazy assholes. Sitting on their fat asses all day, using up the supplies on my cut table, and don't get it ready when I get there. One of my co-workers thinks it's real fucking funny making my job harder. For those of you who don't know, I'm a cutter at a pizza joint. There are two cooks and one me. So I'm doing the work of two people while the cooks bend me over the friggin table. I tell people not to sell like barbecue wings because it takes too long for me to do them during a rush, and what do they do. Sell the fuckers. So there I am, cussing up a storm and moving as fast as I can to prevent everything from burning. The fucking drivers stand right behind me to see if the ticket I'm working on is their delivery. Hell, that place gets so damned crowded I have to tell people to get out of my fucking way. A few days ago one of the drivers asks me "How can I help you?" when I wasn't that bad so I responded "You wanna help me? Then stay out of my way" I'm becoming more assertive and not as nice to some people. As far as my funk goes, and for those who don't know again I call a mild depression a funk. I don't like the word "depression", I think work is a major factor in that. I've been stressed, my sleeping patterns are fucked up, most of the time I crash when I get home, as stated before, and I'll prolly crash a little after I write this journal. I'm sick and tired. My immune system is shot atm. Earlier tonight, it was getting difficult for me to breathe and after I did I felt sick again. I feel sick now. I bruised a knuckle earlier this week from punching stuff at work. I find myself enraged a lot, or just funky. I also feel bad because I'm hardly online anymore. I can't stress this enough, I love y'all and I don't want y'all to think I'm avoiding y'all or anything. I've been too tired to be online. Like I say "I may be a bastard, but I'm not a fucking bastard" I'm an exhausted lycus, and hopefully I can be online for y'all more. Tonight I plan on resting again and I apologize to do this to my friends here. But I want y'all to know what's up. I'll leave y'all with three links this time.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D2W1Y5hxR40 Been listening to this one a lot.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NDHNCNl3MQ0 This one too

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e8X3ACToii0 And ditto for this one too.

Je vous aime everybody