Who was my 9000th hit? Nobody wants there prize? I need screenshots damn it! Tired of 3-4 people all telling me they were 9000. That's impossible.
So here's my day today:

Wake up at 6 am. Too early. Go back to sleep.

Turn off alarm at 7:30. Go back to sleep.

Snooze second alarm at 7:45. Go back to sleep.

Hit snooze on the alarm at least 4 more times. Shit, it's 9 am.

Run, get ready, suddenly lose train of thought and begin to surf internet. NO. Damn it, i'm LATE. Run to car.
Get stuck in traffic. Curse alot. Stop cursing. Listen to Howard Stern. I laugh.

Get to work, see note saying I should be at a meeting. Don't believe note. Start up computer. Start up Outlook. Outlook says i should be at a meeting too. Run to meeting.

Get comments thrown at me about how I work banker's hours. Cringe in fear.

Think about all the crap I have to do at work today.
Get out of meeting, only to find out I have another meeting. Curse some more. Desk has crapload of work for me to do. Cry a little.
Go to next meeting. Start daydreaming of hot girls. Start daydreaming of girls i've been attracted to.
Co-worker asks me if i'm paying attention. I say no. I tell him about hot girls. He laughs. I continue daydream.

Meeting is adjourned. Run back to desk, proceed to do massive amounts of work.
For 15 minutes.
Go to lunch.
Mm. Good.

Come back, proceed to do massive amounts of work until now. People still think it's funny to throw even more work at me.

I spend a few moments telling everyone in my department that the next set of interns who come here will break down crying and quit, because they aren't super like us. Somehow co-workers don't believe me. They laugh, I laugh at them. They'll see.

Now i'm just doing more work, waiting for 6 pm, so I can go home, sleep, and get ready to go to North Carolina.

Going south for the winter. This snow shit sucks my balls.