Okay, I don't really use this anymore. Firstly, I'm not really very angsty right now because my life is good. Secondly, if I were angsty, I wouldn't want to talk about it here. I'm quite sick of having my emotions turn out to be Just Like Everyone Else After All. Thirdly, I work a lot, and I'm tired in a good way, but quite frankly I just can't be arsed.

Somer's sleeping over tonight, and Rob, Lisa, Brendan, Somer and I should be going out for breakfast tomorrow before I go to work. Today was quite social, too. We were going to have another Simpson's night at Rob's, but Rob and Lisa got a late start, and I invited them over for dinner. It's really great that the best time my friends and I have together is just to hang out and talk. I'm just glad we aren't the sort of people who need to go and get drunk or go and see a movie in order to be entertained. After all, if you don't like talking to your friends, why are you friends with them?

So I'm going to be tired again tomorrow, probably, since I think I'll end up waking up at around eight. Somer needs to put quarters in the meter where she's parked as of eight, anyhow, so she'll be up. (The meter goes only in hour intervals "for your convenience." Boy do we love that. THIS IS NOT *MY* CONVENIENCE, DAMN YOU!) I'm hoping to only really drag myself out of bed by nine-ish. Thankfully I'm pretty good with my typical seven hours sleep pattern now.

I honestly really like work. I'm so enthusiastic the whole day, and it's not totally a put on. Yesterday someone commented to me that they had been in my line before and thought they'd go with me again since I had been so pleasant. Damn. That's not bad at all. Plus I'm turning out to be consistently accurate, and it's really nice counting out at the end of the day and having the person at cashout tell me, "perfect. Excellent!" I'm easily motivated, though.

Side note. You called Spatch a liar. You're an asshole. And a dimwitted one, to boot.

It's a good thing regular life is going so well, because damn, online people are being stupid. Of course it's the people I wasn't expecting much from, and I don't care as much because since Chicago I have a totally firm home base filled with people I love.

My hands smell like garlic.
posted by Unknown at 10:18 PM