Current mood:

dying of asthma

This morning sucks so far
My inhaler ran out almost 12 hours ago. I've been gasping and coughing and wheezing since 1 this morning. I feel like crap, moral is down, and my stomach is being very disagreeable. I'm still at work for another 2 hours, and i won't be able to breathe again for at least another 3.

I hate friday mornings, seriously. You should never have to work more than 8 hours at a security job unless it's an emergency. Time doesn't move, and i have almost nothing to do. From 5 to 9 all i do is sit around and wait for trucks to come in, record what time they get here/leave, and do the same thing for people calling in on the radio, that's it. I've already checked my mail 6,000 times, read a million articles on warhammer, watched 4 episodes of outlaw star, and read another million articles on warhammer. Everything entertaining is exhausted. I'm just left here, gasping for air for another 2 hours. It blows.

This entry just killed 3 minutes.

I can't wait to get home.