I'm convinced...

That I'm a masochist. Who else would be crazy enough to wake up bright and early to go to physio, do exercises, then get killed? All before 10:30 am. My god, that's too damn early for anything, much less exercise. Geez, I actually fell asleep on the heat pad this morning and they had to shake me to wake me up. Droopy eyed, I then crawled through the exercises and then got a major torture session with my physio. Fun.

A funny thing when I went in today was we usually have a waiting period in a room for the physio to show up cause he's busy with other clients. So the minute he walked into my room, the Moonlight Sonata, movement III starts playing. For you who don't know what that is, it's a fast/angry classical piece by Beethoven. Very dramatic. And I make a point to tell him, to which he laughs and then proceeds with the torture.

Anyways, onto the good stuff. Oh wait there is no good stuff. Tonight was an easy night. Almost too easy. No irate customers wowzers. And it wasn't busy. Crazy. What will I complain about then. Where is my f***ing raise/bonus cheque. I think my sup must have gone on a vacation or something damn.

Database. That useless textbook. I do my whole assignment based on the notes that come from the textbook, just to go to the lab and have my instructor tell me a competely different method today. Wow I sure was ticked. Useless textbook yay! Oh well at least I didn't buy it like a moron haha.

Mmmmm company barbeque tomorrow. How fun. Free food and rides. I get nauseus easily though. I better take some dramamine before hopping on any rides, or I can expect to throw up alot :(. Oh speaking of bbq, you're going to it now, S? Thought you had to work?

Anyways, I'm off to do homework. Yum, lets redo the whole assignment.