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I'm tired

ThePresence

ThePresence

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Kids kept me up half the night. Had to drive in early this morning, got tons of work to do. Cannot keep my eyes open. Red Bull is ineffective. Help.
 
:whiste:I was sittin in a bar with a couple friends of mine wishing that we had some cocaine. On a tuesday afternoon at the end of the winter and we was just waitin on the spring. When this guy walked up to us and he asked us "what's the fuss?" told me he could ease all our pain. He said he had some pills now I asked him what he's got and he will only tell me it's name.

I got powder in a pill I got my prescription filled I'm tellin ya'll it's called Adderall. Keeps you up at least a day no matter what they say but at least you don't snort up your nose.:whiste:
 
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I hear ya... I'm tired too. I finished my speech last night at about 11. But because I messed up my back again over the weekend, i took a vicodin after class at 9. Needless to say, I was up til 1, woke up at 5 to run. And here i sit, tired, and i still have to do the powerpoint presentation for my speech and give the speech tonight.

sigh.

One week to go, one speech to go after tonight, then vacation...
 
Here I stand, the goddess of Desire
Set men on fire
I have this power
Morning noon and night it's drink and dancing
Some quick romancing
And then a shower
Stage door johnnies always surround me
They always hound me
With one request
Who can satisfy their lustful habits
I'm not a rabbit
I need some rest

I'm tired
Sick and tired of love
I've had my fill of love
From below and above
Tired, tired of being admired
Tired of love uninspired
Let's face it
I'm tired

I've been with 1000's of men
Again and again
They promise the moon
They always coming and going
Going and coming
And always too soon
Right girls?

I'm tired,
Tired of playing the game
Ain't it a crying shame
I'm so tired
God dammit I'm exhausted

Tired, tired of playing the game
Ain't it a crying shame
I'm so tired

[Soldiers:]
She's tired (She's tired)
Sick and tired of love (Give her a break)
She's had her fill of love (She's not a snake)
From bellow and above (Can't you see she's sick)
Tired (She's bushed)
Tired of being admired (Let her alone)
Tired of love uninspired (Get off the phone)
She's tired (Don't you know she's pooped)

I've been with 1000's of men
Again and again
They sing the same tune
They start with Byron and Shelly
And jump on your belly
And bust your ballon
Aye!

Tired, tired of playing the game
Ain't it a freakin' shame
I'm so...
Let's face it everything below the waist is kapput!

[Soldiers:]
Tired!
 
Hopefully they get going on that new brain chip thing and make some kind of implantable memory controller chip that can perform an accelerated sleep cycle, or better yet, perform the required operations during idle periods of consciousness. (And maybe run Folding@Home too. 😛)

From the right perspective, a lot of life forms on this planet are a bit silly - in effect, you turn off the lights for a bit, and everything else immediately shuts off too. 😀
 
I'm tired.

I went into work at midnight (attendant at a dual high-rise living facility) and some drunk/high asshole locked himself in a foreclosed unit in the wrong tower and called me saying that all his stuff was gone and threatened to sue me if I didn't get him out. When the locksmith and I got his naked ass out (yes, he undressed) by climbing on the roof of a connecting wing on the 5th floor, he put on his pants inside-out and left his wallet in there. When it came time to bill him $100 for calling this locksmith out of bed, he balked and started flaunting that he was a doctor and he wouldn't help the locksmith if he had heart pains (a threat?). Our normal locksmith would have charged several hundred (destroy/replace the door) and delivered the bill to him through the HOA where he would have had no option but to pay. Being a doctor is what got him in the mess because there was clearly more than alcohol involved. I found his pills (muscle relaxers), wallet, phone, etc in the unit when I went back to it.

Explanation: Foreclosed unit was empty and left unlocked due to loose locks/handles and nothing inside to steal. He wandered in drunk/stoned thinking he was at his unit in the other tower and locked it. They couldn't be unlocked, thus, he locked himself inside. His initial call was that someone had taken all of his stuff and he never realized that he was in the wrong unit no matter how many times we corrected him. He also refused to call people taking his stuff burglary. "Are you reporting a burglary?" "No. All my stuff's just gone." 🙄
 
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