09.10.01 :: 11:51 am

So the other job is a no go. It's in the Finance department and I don't even think I can muster up the kind of enthusiasm it would take to stay there, so I apologize to RuPaul, but I'm politely declining.


Weekend frivolity. "What Lies Beneath" and schoolgirl screaming.

I need that check, Dubya. Please mean it when it said "Week of Sept. 10" because Mama needs several thousand drinks this weekend.

Birthday madness to come. I can't wait.

Nothing spells morning like heart palpitations and sweat on the PATH ride to work.

An omen? Or did I just bend down and get up too fast while picking up my dropped quarters?

Probably the latter. But I like to add mystery.

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