15.00hrs

God I hate my job, I mean i really hate it, I mean I understand why people go out and buy machine guns and come into work spraying everyone and everything they see.

Even the fact that I know I'm escaping, I still hate it with a passion and a fire. I think it has gotten worse as I know I am leavign, I no longer have to pretend to be hardworking and intrested.

My eyes hurt, my brain hurts, my back aches my very soul is screaming out for release.

I wish they would let you wear your ipod at your desk. A little bit of kung foo fighting would do wonders for my soul.