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Biggest waste of a night--my last weekend at home--ever. I got out of work and it was raining. Dad asked me what I wanted to do and if I wanted to go anywhere, and then promptly settled in front of the TV and remained there for the rest of the evening. I tried to work on my feature and on my portfolio and found I am too incompetent to complete either. I don't want to pack and therefore pretty much decided that whatever hasn't managed to pack itself by Friday will not be accompanying me to Atlanta. I passed out on my bed a couple hours ago, so of course, now I am wide awake and alone, having missed my chance to talk to Wes, which pisses me off because it is generally the only tolerable component of my day.
The one bright spot to my day--dearest Emily sent me a care package from The Paper Peddler containing--get this--pumpkin-flavored malt balls. And despite the fact that the color was absolutely repulsive, they actually tasted pretty damn good. Not only that, she padded the package with marketing fliers from the now-defunct quantitative research branch of my former company.
It's nice to know some people still think of me.
The one bright spot to my day--dearest Emily sent me a care package from The Paper Peddler containing--get this--pumpkin-flavored malt balls. And despite the fact that the color was absolutely repulsive, they actually tasted pretty damn good. Not only that, she padded the package with marketing fliers from the now-defunct quantitative research branch of my former company.
It's nice to know some people still think of me.