It was bound to happen...

...you knew it. Most of you knew it. You knew that I'd eventually have to cave in. I didn't want to do it, but when a certain person was "surprised" that I didn't have an LJ account, I had to think about it, thank you very much Mr. Wilson...

None the less, the more I thought about it, the more I thought better of it. I can kill two birds with one stone: I can have a "new .plan"; and I can jot thoughts down somewhere...and considering that I have a thought about every thirty seconds about *something* I figure this will work out okay.

Yeah.

Besides. I needed to start another journal up somewhere. Why not here. S'not like I ain't done this shite afore, eh?

Right.

But for now, I go to bed. Because I'm pooped, and sore, and going to go out and get a little bit of party on tomorrow night. Or something like that...no sleep for the weary...or the dumber'n shit.

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Crap...now I'm awake...freakin' journals...damn addictive...

Ah, Lunch...

Lunch...the most wonderful time of the day...too bad I never get to frelling take it.

I swear, if I don't leave the office, I get stopped, harrassed, or basically put upon to do work. Never fails. People call us MORE during lunch than they do when we're normally open. It sucks....SUCKS I SAY. And it makes no sense...

I mean, c'mon...every business that we work with closes--CLOSES--for bloody lunch. You call, and you get get straight voice mail, or some snooty answering service "call back at 2:30." WHAT THE HELL? I don't get it...we happen to keep our office open...and then only with one person answering phones...and then noon and then FOOM! *ring ring ring ring* AAAAARG!

I dunno. Maybe I'm just tired...(shouldn't have stayed up until 3:30am...dumb ass)or hungry...or some other such silly bodily function like that there.

And I'm going out again tonight. Yay! Hitting Transmission at The Parlour. I swear, the things that get me through the day :-)

Right...food...nap...and more caffine than god...