09.10.01 :: 4:18 pm

I just got out of a 2 hour meeting. I watched weather patterns changing right outside the window.

Clearly, the meeting did not hold my interest.

But I have a better understanding of just how grueling my job will be. I can't believe I'm not on salary.

Wheatgrass and My Boy await at 5:30. Not necessarily my favorite combination but I like that he looks out for my health.

Only two more weeks until some kind friend drags my drunk and puking self home after a night of birthday debauchery. Sharon Taint is getting dolled up for the occasion, Whorenuns and other closepeople in tow. A posse.

Theme song: "No Competition," by Brassy. Rock.

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