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Complaining entry, only read if you care about my first world problems:
Today we moved Stephen's stuff and most of Adam's and mine. It was fine, went by fast and was fun, but tiring. Came home for a second and then went off to work for a floor set. I thought it wouldn't be bad since we started doing stuff for it yesterday. Before Shannon left she was all "Oh you guy's are already have way done!" (after an hour of working on it). We were scheduled til 11. We didn't leave until 11:10 and we still weren't done. Whatever, I was exhausted but okay. Then fucking Richmond decides it needs to paint some mother fucking lines on 95 and close off 2 of 3 lanes. I hit it at 11:31. Didn't get home until 12:06. Whew I feel better since I got that out! See ya.
Today we moved Stephen's stuff and most of Adam's and mine. It was fine, went by fast and was fun, but tiring. Came home for a second and then went off to work for a floor set. I thought it wouldn't be bad since we started doing stuff for it yesterday. Before Shannon left she was all "Oh you guy's are already have way done!" (after an hour of working on it). We were scheduled til 11. We didn't leave until 11:10 and we still weren't done. Whatever, I was exhausted but okay. Then fucking Richmond decides it needs to paint some mother fucking lines on 95 and close off 2 of 3 lanes. I hit it at 11:31. Didn't get home until 12:06. Whew I feel better since I got that out! See ya.