Cold Day In Hell

This is absolutely fucking beautiful. I forget where I found this picture at, but I fucking love it. I don't know if it's art or not, but I definitely consider it a piece of art. And I must say it is my absolute favorite.

The Sick Tests Kava Kava: Part II

The following day, I took one Kava bean when I woke up. I then took 2 right before I left for work. And the verdict is...

BULLSHIT

I had an above average stressful day. It has no effect whatsoever. It changed nothing. It didn't improve anything. It had absolutely no effect. Complete utter fucking bullshit. There's nothing else to say. Kava Kava is bullshit. At least the pills anyways. I can't say that the Kava drink doesn't fuck your program up. But as for Kava Kava extract, they are complete shit and I would recommend them to someone who wants to waste 16 fucking dollars. I'm angry. Fuck Kava Kava.

The Sick Tests Kava Kava: Part I

I've been experimenting with natural herbs a lot lately. Today, I am testing out Kava.

I first came across Kava by reading an article. The article was about a woman who was arrested on a DUI charge for driving while drinking Kava tea. Kava tea is apparently much more potent than Kava pills. I call them Kava beans.

I bought my bottle over at bodybuilding.com. It's 'Now' brand. The bottle reads 'Kava Kava Extract, 250 mg, 120 capsules. It also says '30% Kavalactones'. I don't quite understand this. I need to do some research.

Generally due to all the pills I've ingested for chronic migraine problems, I have built up quite a pill tolerance. So I decided to take a dose of 500 mg, to ensure that this shit either works, or doesn't work.

Once I heard about Kava, I did much research. Apparently, Kava (the drink) is exactly what beer is in South Pacific island communities. Especially Fiji. All those brown Hawaiian looking people; they love this shit. It comes directly from a plant. It's a massive part of South Pacific culture. I cannot stress this enough. This is their beer.

Kava is supposed to be mainly used as an anxiolytic and sedative. Both words mean the same thing; to make calm. This shit has a whole lot of hype. Let's see what it's made off.

1:15: Two 250 mg Kava Kava Extract pills ingested on a full stomach, washed down with some Diet Pepsi.

1:22: Reading about Kavalactones. Apparently, they are the 'principal psychoactive compounds'. If that's the case, then 30% doesn't sound too good. We shall see though. I did some quick goat math and came to the conclusion that I ingested 150 mg of kavalactones.

1:30: Nothing so far. I guess. Feeling quite normal. I expect abnormal relaxation. I'm not getting any.

1:45: Every few minutes I throw a ball in the air to test my motor skills. Apparently they are supposed to be effected. It's not happening though. I'll go play with some Legos while I wait. I have a feeling this is going nowhere fast.

1:52: I'm definitely relaxed and stress free. I'm thinking of bills and various problems in my life and it's not bothering me much. Perhaps I should test them at work. Or during a stress situation. Perhaps the testing environment isn't well suited.

1:55: Definite change in sluggishness. My muscles are definitely abnormally relaxed. I went to reach for the mouse and noticed it was not normal. Like I said, I think a better testing environment would be at work when I'm constantly stressed and pissed.

2:06: I'm definitely more relaxed than I usually am at home. I am very interested in testing Kava in a stressful environment. I see that it puts me from normal into slightly relaxed. But I wanna see if It can take me from angry and stressed out to calm. Although if it takes an hour to work, then that's fucking pointless because generally work stress doesn't last for hours, and an hour wait for relief sucks dick.

2:35: Feeling sort of sluggish. Almost like I'm overly tired. But I'm not, and shouldn't be overly tired. The fact of the matter is, I'm having to struggle to feel if anything is happening. I'm very cautious about placebo effects. I'm very cautious of what I want to believe. What is happening is something between what I want to happen, and what us really happening.

I'm going to end this now. Next time, I shall try with 750 mg. That'll up my dose of kavalactones to 225 mg. I will also text Kava in working conditions. Although, my first opinion is that i wasted my fucking money. There is no magic pill to make stress go away. Wait a minute, there is. It's called Xanax, but it's very expensive and the people that prescribe it are very expensive.

I'm making a gross amount of typos. This is evidence that something is indeed happening. Just not of the degree that I had hoped. I can easily focus more and type a little bit slower, and more accurately. Either way, I'm slightly disappointed with the first round of testing.

2:40: To Be Continued...

I'm Deaf. Gimme Money.

This is absolutely fucking hilarious. I found this on the counter at work. Apparently, a deaf person had come in trying to sell a pen and didn't speak, just handed over this card. How fucked up can someone be?

First of all, I doubt they were deaf at all. Deaf people generally have a lot of dignity. They wouldn't stoop to this bullshit.

Besides, your sense of hearing is definitely the least important of the 5 senses. Deaf people very quickly learn to read lips. It's not that hard. Their biggest challenge is talking without sounding like a retard. And with plenty of modern day therapy, it's very conquerable.

There are just so many things wrong with this card. Why is the American flag there? What does that have to do with anything? It's as if they are saying 'Hey! I Love you and I love America! Gimme money!' Completely fucking asinine.

And of course, the whole 'Hang Ten, Dude/I Love You' sign tops it off. They love you, so because they love you, you should give them money. Right.

So apparently this person is selling a pen to support his or her family, and they want someone to 'kindly' buy it. I don't know what the pen looked like, but I can only imagine. But wait! Then the card rephrases itself. It asks not for you to buy a 10 cent pen for $3, but then it says donation: $3. And of course, it ends with a 'God Bless You'. I didn't see any goofy pens nearby, so I'm assuming no one bought the stupid fucking pen and gave the fuck any money.

However, I honestly believe this is quite a smart scheme. I have to give this person credit. It's a great way to 'earn' some extra money. It gave me a great idea, so I decided to make my own card.

The Shoe Dilemma

I gotta leave for work in 10 minutes. I slept all night, and all day. What a god damn waste of time. It fucking infuriates me.

I have this dilemma. I have a few pair of shoes. I have the broke ass blue basketball Adidas. I have the $2 dollar black pimp dress shoes. And I have my new Adidas old school bling bling with chrome stripe shoes.

My problem lies in which pair to wear to work. The broke ass Adidas are... well, broke ass. They look like shit. But they're blue and match my uniform, plus they're quite comfortable even with the holes.

The $2 dollar pimp shoes are quite nice. They look very nice, and very professional. They're good work shoes. They're straight black. But they're uncomfortable as a motherfucker. They hurt. I come home wanting to chop off my fucking feet when I wear them. It's terrible.

And my bling bling Adidas are the best. Comfortable, snug, they look great, and no pain at the end of the day. But... they're brand new. I work with cornmeal all day long and that shit gets all over my shoes and dirties them up and it really bothers me because then I have to clean them and I can never get it fully out so it's a pain in the ass. So what shoes do I wear today?

$2 dollar pimp shoes. It's Monday and it should be quite slow. Problem solved. Off to work I go.

Addicted

Yesterday was quite a shitty day. I woke up at 9:30 AM after a few hours of sleep and took my little sister to the baseball field to practice. She had tryouts that same day so I wanted her to get a little practice in. She did well though. As a consequence though, I am sore today. My ribs, and for some reason my right ass cheek is quite sore. I can't figure out why. It's probably my upper leg, not my ass anyway. Feels like it though.

I'm playing KOTOR: II. I've already beat it 3 times. This game is my addiction. I need help. One of these days I'm going to have to find a new game to move on to but this game is just so god damn fun. It's like living in another world. A very neat world at that, where I get to kill a lot of people with a lightsaber.

Stupid Fucking Pizza Thieves

Pizza Girl Gets Robbed - Then Asked Out By Robber

This is both hilarious and infuriating. A female driver for *CENSORED* Pizza delivers a pizza to some black guys at 11:20 PM. They surround her, rob her of the $20 dollars she had in her pocket, because that's *CENSORED* policy and it is very strictly enforced. They also stole the pizza.

So after these fucking heathens scared this girl to death, robbing her of her money and the pizza they were supposed to pay for, AND denying her a tip and wasting her time and mileage, one of the scumbags actually called her back on her cell phone and asked her out for a date.

Unbelievable. Why do black people always steal things from people? Why do black people do such stupid shit? This man obviously legitimately has no discern between right and wrong. Isn't that obvious?

The only question here is how this fucking retardo got her cell phone number. It's either 1 of 2 scenarios. Either she had trouble finding the house, and called for help from her cell phone, and he had caller ID. This is likely because for some reason, black people don't like the mark their houses very well and in general, young black males living on their own generally live in shitty houses and are too fucking ignorant to realize that having numbers on your fucking mailbox is a good idea... If not to receive pizza quickly, but in case you ever get shot, overdose on crack, whatever. That ambulance needs to find you quickly.

The second scenario is that the driver called from her cell phone when she was on her way to do a security call back. This is also *CENSORED* policy. Few managers actually abide by this rule however. But the rule is that every new customer, you call before leave and every customer you call after dark. So, those are the possibilities of how the shithead got her number. What a fucking moron.

I am not racist. I just tell the truth that you pussies are too afraid to say, or even think yourself.

Bitching About Work

Argh. This fucking sucks. Working so many hours a week is taking its toll on me. I never have any time to do the shit I want to do. I went to sleep around 3 last night, then woke up at 10 am today and then I do like i do almost every day and take a bunch of small naps until I'm finally up and ready to go. The tiredness is hard to resist. But between work and the necessary sleep, I have no time.

I have to leave for work early today because my girlfriend's car ran out of gas just as she was getting to work. Her car gets like 14 miles to the gallon, so gas doesn't get her very far.

I'm eating these cherry strudel shits. They're fucking gross. Well, I was eating them. I'm not eating them anymore. Because they taste like ass. What a horrible day today is shaping up to be. I'm going to leave in an hour for work, still wanting to be home doing stuff that actually makes me happy. Then I'm going to get to work, and sit there and do nothing for 30 minutes until it actually starts getting busy. And then I won't be able to sit down again until 9 pm, because of the Friday night business. Then I'm going to have to drive 25 minutes home, feet hurting, tired.

Then I'll sit right back down in this chair. I'll be too tired to think about how badly I want to do shit I enjoy, so I'll lay down in hopes of seeking the ever so precious after work relaxation. Then I'll fall asleep, and this will all happen again. Wake up, want time, sleep, sleep, want time, get pissed, want more time, goto work, have a shitty day, come home, and do it all over again. At least I have a day off on sunday.

All of this for a fucking petty $6.15 an hour. That fucking sucks. I think I need a new career choice. hopefully I'll be able to tough it out until the new minimum wage kicks in.

Working Life Update

Work was horrible today. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I need to first update you fucks about where I am in my very young pizza career.

I am now an assistant manager at a popular pizza chain. It was a promotion that was given to me by the franchisee himself. He is the pretty much the shit. Pretty neat, I know. However, the manager at this new store I'm working at is a cunt. She's female. She's very moody. She's one of these fucking people with like 50 different sides to them. I never know what she's thinking. She never compliments; only criticizes. It's fucking obnoxious. She's salaried and makes like, $100 a day, versus my fucking petty $6.15. I was making a fuck lot more as a driver.

Besides, I'm a motherfucking worker. I don't work "hard". That's a fucking word morons use to to whine. I don't work hard, I work fast. And let me tell you this, I work way too fucking fast, and I tire myself out way too often, and I sweat way too much to be earning a fucking petty $6.15 bullshit wage. I'm very glad the people of Florida voted to increase the minimun wage. That kicks in in April. So at that time, I should see a fairly hefty wage. Raises across the board. That will be nice. Hopefully.

But anyways, there was a massive 50 pie timed order tonight. It sucked my fucking balls. I wanted to practice my topping tonight since I've pretty much got stretching down better than anyone ever. I'm amazing. My pizzas are the fucking shit. But yeah, I got a nice work out. I worked damn fast tonight. And for the first time ever, my manager gave me a compliment. I was in fucking shock. She actually told me I did a really good job tonight. Amazing, to say the least.

And on that note, it's time for me to sleep. I've got a hell day tomorrow. It's Friday. And of course, Friday's are always the busiest pizza days of the week. Oh fucking joy.

TheSick.Net [Darkness] Returns

After a brief hiatus, TheSick.Net is back in action. I haven't posted in over a month for a number of reasons. Most being personal problems. Another big reason is work. I work 40 hours a week now, and I'm highly addicted to KOTOR: 2. So with those 3 things, blogging was sort of low on my list. But that has changed now, and I am back in action.

And of course to celebrate my return, I made a new layout. More of a standard blog-style layout opposed to a website layout. It's neat.

Well being an assistant manager at a popular pizza chain is quite fun. I like making pizzas. It's very enjoyable for me. Plus I think I have an obsession with dough, mainly because it feels like boobs. But I could be wrong. Just a theory.

Well I've got lots to talk about but now is not the time. Now is the time to relax before work, and when I get home: Blog I shall.