I guess I feel OK about everything, dealing with last night better than I thought I would, even though my moodiness states the contrary. The moodiness may also be in-part because I got 4 hours of sleep.
I got my hour lunch back, Mike Hess re-fixed it.
The new Manson album blows so far, but I haven't really listened to it thoroughly.
Went to lunch for my mom's birthday and upon leaving I picked up Scott and his entire backside was covered in diarreah. All over the inside of his shirt, got all over my hands and arms...how the fuck do you get poop on your shoulderblades??? That was thoroughly disgusting.