09.10.01 :: 4:18 pm
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.