(pst pst) gray eyed eagles up on classic looking lamp posts

Oreos, chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, strawberry lime Jones soda.

"I just finished an eight day work week and tomorrow's pay day, so I'm buying some stuff to make me fat."
"I worked ten days in a row once. By the end I was crying."
"That's what the ice cream's for."

I'm tired, you guys. Tired and so, so disappointed. Does she think she owes us nothing? All I wanted was five goddamn days.

The 15th of May I'll be Front End. I'm marking off the days on my calendar.

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Today:
work work work and so much frustration and anger.
Indonesia isn't a dealbreaker.
I bought an mp3 player too. (the 8 gig. it was on sale.)

Tomorrow:
sleeping in but not too late. (10:30?)
laundry.
cleaning out the car.
Wibbley's.
Boytime. (boytime boytime boytime oh my god finally)
Genki.
Denny's.
Sleep.

Saturday:
sleeping in but not too late.
oatmeal.
cleaning room a bit?
boytime?
national tattoo convention with Mercea.
maybe giving Karl Rove the welcome he deserves. (i'm thinking eggs. eggs and shouting.)

Sunday:
work.