I’m fairly certain I have forgotten how to write anything that isn’t a data table. I spend so much time at work that it’s seemingly all I do. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I actually kinda like my job!
Now it just seems that time is far more of a commodity than money ever was for me.
I have a few days off at the end of the month for my Toronto trip, then in July Claire comes here and I’m off for a week, and hopefully I can get a day or two off in August too, especially since I do NOT want to go into the city to see Jimmy Eat World AFTER I get out of work.
Can I get some fucking adventure up in here? When did I get so fucking boring?