some people.

i'm at gillette right now for waiting for physical therapy to start. the pca who i have this morning told me that femme (the moron of a pca who was working overnight pca duty last night) wrote in the book that i called him every hour of the night. he wrote that the last time that he worked overnight duty also. yeah.. he wishes i called him every hour. dumbass. he's the only pca that records that i supposedly call him every hour of the night. no other pca that works overnight duty records that i call them every hour of the night, i figured that the jackass would record that for my behavior last night, so i even asked the pca who worked this morning what he wrote about me. what a dick. people who have epilepsy generally can't sleep in the first place but i know for a fact that i slept all night last night. however, i do feel like i'm the walking dead because i haven't had my ritalin since thursday. the lady at the front desk of the clinic took a look at me and asked me if i was alright, i said, "yeah. i'm just tired." and then she told me that she was sorry. i'm supposed to get my ritalin today. i never did want to be on that shit, but the neurologist insisted that it would help stimulate my brain. all that it's doing is making me build a damn dependency on the drug, so that if i don't have it- i'm tired. bullshit. that's what it is. i'm lucky that i'm hispanic, so i have tan skin, otherwise you would probably see the bowls under my eyes from being so fatigued. I SLEPT ALL NIGHT, I SHOULDN'T FEEL THIS WAY DAMNIT.
i watched kevin hart last night on comedy central after i brushed my teeth. i think that the people in the other apartments heard me laughing because he had me laughing so hard. he's hilarious.