holiday work

It's a wonderful feeling to drag yourself out of bed at 3 am (I couldn't sleep properly because this job is causing me nightmares) and go to work...on a public holiday. At least it went alright and I got my work done. I actually didn't mind today for unknown geeky sad having no life reasons. I got a little sleep too which was fantastic and dreamt of these mega cool couches.

Why the fuck is blogger underlining dreamt? Am I completely fucking insane? What do Americans say? Dreamed? What the hell? Hahahahahhaha. Ok I must stop being mean.

Hmm.

Nah.