You know what sucks?

When you’ve pulled a muscle in your back and your mom’s all like, “take two robaxacet and two advil and you’ll feel great” but you don’t because that’s a lot of drugs to be mixing with anti-anxiety meds. Then your back starts hurting so badly you can’t turn to face anyone who’s talking to you, so you take two robxacet and they do nothing for your back pain, but instead just make you so lightheaded you feel like you’re high. Then you go to work and try to unpack product in a safe manner but you’re so coked up you don’t know which cart you’re even loading onto and you get a migrane because your back is still killing you. Then you end up sitting on the floor of the bathroom for 30 minutes because you think you’re going to puke at any minute from the pain. Then you crawl back to your desk and answer phone calls from angry nurses while some fat biatch sings “piano man” for 15 minutes straight. You then spend the rest of your shift trying to decide whether or not to take an advil since you’ve already had two different kinds of medication today. you eventually do and the advil also has no effect. Then you come home and your mother tries to feed you shrimp because you haven’t eaten because you’re sick to your stomach. You refuse and go to the solitude of your room only to discover that your family is watching Pirates of the Carribbean so loud you can hear the dialogue from 2 floors up.

LAAAAAAAAME.