Alice hates ...

I took the pills last night. Didn't help. I didn't feel drowsy at all, and instead, spent most of the night reading while curling my hair. Instead, when I finally settled down for my three hours of sleep, I woke up with a slitting headache, stomache ache and burning eyes. If I'd ever had a hangover, I would guess that's what it feels like. Not sure.

So, needless to say, I'll be doubling my dosage tonight.

As a result, I want to offer this disclaimer: Should I not wake up from my experiment tonight, it was not suicide. Just unfortunate self-medication. So anyway, here's what I want when I die: Rachel reads that epitaph she wrote for me in tenth grade, in Ms. Kotalik's class. Or she can find Ms. K and have her read it. And I want a long list of the things I hated read out. Including people. With pictures. Like a power point presentation. Totally.

Also of note today, I found Bob. Alive, in the flesh(y man tities). He works in the deli at work. The resemblance was eerie, i tell you want. I started giggling immediately, thinking about how I had JUST said I needed to find a bob and cry. I think I passed my giggling off as a response to his "clever" "wit". ... Anyway, out in the stairwell, I asked Amanda if she saw the resemblance. And she did. And it was good.

Work may soon be falling to crapt. Basically, in a nutshell, taking away all of our perks and turning us into secretaries. Which sucks. A lot of nuts. But then again, if you subscribe to my Theory of Life (if one area of your life is going good, then something else will soon fall to crap) then the inverse would lead me to believe something's going to go right soon. But then again, you have to take Murhy's Law in account, too, so clearly, it's all going to hell in a handbag as soon as possible.

Yay for 2007. Wish me luck on sleeping tonight.