MADE IT TO WORK!

Had to drape a plastic bag in front of my face in case I vomited. It probably made me look like a f*ckin' racehorse, or worse, one of Michael Jackson's kids, but hey, I made it.

Today is my last "official" day at the social register. I can still come in next Monday or Tuesday, but my boss will be gone and there won't be much to do. I'm weighing the opportunity to make a little cash and cause a little chaos, versus staying at home and sleeping.

At any rate, I give it 48 hours until I'm depressed from being unemployed again.