last nights shift seems to take 10 time longer than the 4.5 hours it actually was. It doesn't usually drag that much but i was particularly wanting not to be there for that shift. There was no reason for it other than that i couldn't be arsed. I cant be arsed with most shift as i'm sure most people are with work but last night I REALLY didnt want to be there.
Maybe it was because i didnt have to work and i was coverin the shift as a favour to a friend, maybe it was because the band didnt play what i wanted them to, or i was tired, or i wanted to spend time with woody, or the place was full of dickheads. All i know is i just wanted to leave.
My feet were sore and i'd been up since 8am. i'd been at the Tattoo studio during the day so i was tired to begin with. everyone was loud too. i dont know why but when certain people get drunk they get loud and argumentative. And for some reason they were all in the pub last night.
they argue about stupid insignificant things. In normal everyday life, even to these people these arguments are childish and stupid. their reasoning flawed. i cant even remember what half of them were about but these drunk idiots get so passionate about it.
the last thing i want, when i'm tired, my feet are sore and its 2am is to be dragged into an argument by a pissed up twat, for him to try and prove a point about something i have no interest in.
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