Eye Strain, Tortured Life, and All That Crap

Woke up feeling so damn woozy. I would never get enough sleep. As always, I want to just stay in bed and bury myself under my pillows. But no, I have to get up. Have to go to work. Have to earn some dough to support myself. Have to meet my ever dearest "best friend" and enjoy 9 solid hours of torture and incessant reminders of how messed up my life is.