I called in sick to work for the first time today.  Not bad, I've been there 6 months now.  And I'm planning on doing it again tomorrow.  Downward spiral.  I am feeling bad.  Real bad.  Unfortunately, evidence is beginning to accumulate to support shims theory that I am, in fact, retarded.  Go Shim.  You were right.  Actually, Shim called and left an apology on my voice-mail, which was shocking.  However...I don't forgive Shim.  I have enough people putting me down constantly, I don't need a tranny hooker doing it as well.  I took a percocet.  Downward spiral.  How long do these fuckers take to kick in, anyway?  Forever?  Forever ever?  Forever ever??
Bethany told me a funny story today.  She was at work, and some little irish guy was pissing her off.  I guess he kept trying to horse play with her, but she was annoyed and telling him to stop.  He ignored her and kept doing it, then he pushed her.  She was smoking a cigarette, and she put it up to her lips, took a drag, and then flicked it straight at him, but hard.  She said she was just trying to hit the front of his shirt, but somehow it got lodged between his head and work hat.  Clouds of sparks showered down over the guys face and neck.  I guess he looked like he was about to kill her, but she just walked away.  Later on, after he calmed down, she told him it was an accident.  He was like, "I was just standing there and all of a sudden fire started pouring down my face!!"  I guess it burned his hair and facial hair.
Apparently also, her evil bunny attacked the nice bunny and ripped out a hunk of his fur.