Excessively Restless

Wow... It's been such a long shift. I can't wait to get out of here. My vision is blurred, possibly because of my fatigue, however, also possibly because I am wearing rather old contacts that I probably should not be putting into my eyes. Well, too bad I want to sleep huh. Yea, too bad. I still need to take my friend to go get her wisdom teeth pulled. Poor girl. I remember when I had mine pulled, they did all four and an extra that had succumbed its life to decay, a tooth that was only a sharp piece of bone in my mouth cutting away at my tongue. I swear, the actual pulling out of the teeth isn't really too painful. It's really not even painful at all, of course IF and only IF you have some sort of toxin running through your body. Now, I just used the nitrous because I was too cheap to pay for the dilouted or whatever they prescribe. I mean, seriuosly, 80 bucks for two frickin pills, I don't think so. So, I decided to risk it and go with just the nitrous, and I didn't regret my choice. I just chilled. Now, I also had ridiculously high blood pressure because I counsciously sucked in as much of the nitrous filled air as I could, hoping it would have a more potent effect. I'm not exactly sure if it did and I was close to hyperventilating, but I really didn't feel much else besides them yoynking around in my mouth, but just the movement. Wow. I am so freaking tired. Its 6:07 in the morning, and I am mostly dead, seriously. I just wish I could go, lay in my bed and put my head on my fluffy pillow. Wow, I wish I took a nap. Anyway, I am lost in my train of thought. Interesting set of words... Train of thought, well not the those words, but the concept of being lost in them. It doesn't make any sense. Maybe because I am saying the words wrong. I don't know. Whatever. I just want to go to sleep very badly and I am disgruntled by this rude lady that I spoke with just a minute ago. I literally wish I could have kicked her ass through the phone, but our exponential technological growth has not quite taken us to such possibilities. Oh well, maybe one day, and when I can, I will. Isn't it odd. Well, no, not it, but I've always wanted to punch someone in the face. Just punch them. And for some reason I have never done it. I feel, however, that my fist is weak when I grip it, and when I look at it, and feel it in the tightest grip I can grasp, it seems to me as though it is frail enough to bend and not have as effective of a punch as I want it to have. Well, I guess I will just have to wait and see. But why wait? I just want punch someone in the fucking face. Lol. It's time to leave, thank the lord who whoever.