dead men tell no tales...
...and drink no wine, and are therefore no good at partiesMonday, March 07, 2005
I'm in. and early.
Actually got in at about 7:30 this morning. Planning on leaving probably before 4pm. Not sure what to do with myself between now and then. It feels like there's no point to life outside of work sometimes, and there's definately no point to what I do. I need to do laundry. I need to clean my bathtub. I need to do dishes. And I want to just sit around and do not-a-damn-thing. Fuck.
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