Confessions of an Addict

I took my Tylenol P.M. again last night, but it didn't work as well the second time around. I tossed and turned until the wee hours, and by morning I was convinced that I had been kidnapped my aliens.

Nope, not kidding. That was my dawning thought. Aliens.

Tell me I'm not in need of a vacation?

Somebody pour me a drink, dammit.

In other news:
My job is stupid, and I think I will put a fork through my eye tomorrow.

This is Funky, and that is all.