going to meet barb at the bar. not hating my life as it appears to any sensible observer, but hating myself on a much more annoying, life-evaluation level.
can’t wait to hear about the office since i’ve been gone.
i just realized i have been completely cured of the lunch break blues
p.s. me and my job are splitskis.
i complained about my sore throat to barb today. she told me, complete with pantomime, to stop giving so many blow jobs.
