Yep. The job killed my entire body. I was incapable of doing anything productive today. I slept on the couch and tried to get my body to feel normal. I even tried dancing naked. Nothing.
I also felt more disgusting than I have ever felt in my life. I cleaned every--no I scrubbed every crack and crannie of my body. I blew black snot out my nose. Sorry, let me catch you up. For three hours today, I did physical labor. Which meant carrying shit up and down three flights of stairs for three hours. I thought I was going to die. I also got to throw shit out the window. That was quite fun. But still, three hours of shit in one little bitty room. It was crazy. I deserve a good amount of money for that.
I got hit on at the bar by a very unsuspecting man. He was just chatting with the bartender and then he asked me if I was straight. He then told me that he had a lot of money and wanted to be shown a good time while he was in town. If he wasn't so old and wasn't so drunk and dirty, I might have thought about it. I don't think so.
Anyway. Karaoke time. Have fun.