1.17pm, and im still stuck at work.

Surprisingly, im not half dead on the table yet. Maybe its that huge ass aircond behind of me thats chilling me to the core and in a weird fucked up way, keeping me as awake as a yuppie overdosed on expressos...

Yes, its 1.17pm, and im still stuck at work. Fucking server had to crash early this morning, at 7am, one hour before my shift ends. Fucking hard disk had to die and ruin my morning nap.

Well, boss says i wont have to come to work at night. Just come back tomorrow. Thats fair.

I miss my bed, and my ceiling fan. Its cooling in a loving way. Not like this evil industrial aircond. Its chilling the life out of me.