Just finished work at 1.30am. Long crazy night with drunk lesbians from the Western Australian Women's Football League, I swear some of them looked like they were about to beat me up and devour my female colleagues.
I had a dream.
It involved many things.
The main interesting point was that I got a Manowar hoodie that fitted perfectly. It was beautiful.
And I rode an underwater dragon thing.
Then it suddenly turned into a scene from Spyro. I got all the gems bitch.
I had a dream right out of Krig's subconscious. I was at a fancy restaurant where they had these little portable toilet canister things (kind of like those pans you drain old motor oil into) that you could take back to your seat and have a crap without having to leave your table. I had to stand in line forever to get seated during that dream, so when I finally got to my table I took the most massive dump ever.
I woke up from that dream thinking, "Man, what a relief that dump was. I wonder why they don't have those in real life. ...Oh, right."
I FUCKING HATE 6.30 STARTS.
WITH A FUCKING PASSION.
GAH.
It hurts more because my mate lucked out, got a random shift at 11 in the morning last week on some easy part of the warehouse, and they were like "Cool, we'll take him all next week". He's doing 9 till end. So like, 9 till 4ish. Which is lovely hours