The thought of Josh believing we all lived in a pit of messy despair was overwhelming enough that instead of coming back from my exam and sleeping before work, I cleaned the frickin toilet. And my room. Sort of. At least it doesn't look like a scene from Apocalypse Now. He said he didn't care because that is the sort of chill person he is and I do believe him BUT living with the paranoid panicky neurosis that I do, I went on a cleaning spree anyways.
Enough about clean houses.
Let's move on to Friday afternoons at work. I didn't work Friday's last quarter and it was wonderful because A) Anytime I was going home, I didn't have to wait until rush hour and B) NOTHING happens here. Nothing. No one calls, there are no papers to work on or data to input and most of the time no one is even here. Doc happens to be here today but Mr. Martin and Nick are out...smart guys. So I sit here for 3 hours twiddling my thumbs.
Enough about work.
I started writing more. I want to be a well-balanced English major and I have spent the last 18 years of my life reading everything I could get my hands on and now it's time to do a bit more writing on my end. I have no idea what I'm going to write but maybe I'll get inspired by the summer. And I'll start my new and improved blog. Because I declare so many times how I'm outta here but man, change is rough.
Tonight is a double date with the one and only Jenny and Jon at Rockbottom and then apparently I've been commanded to get drunk and watch the Ferrets run around the house to amuse us. Tomorrow is the Spring Football game (oh the joyness of it all) and going out with one of the bestest so she can "get to know" Rockstar more. I tend to get nervous when the Wolfpack does things like this...Shannon also declared that tomorrow is Judgement day...oh dear.
Happily medicated and ready to rock this weekend. Peace
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