Wearing down...
Christ on a cracker I don't feel like doing anything right now. I'm fat and happy, been drinking for the past two ... or three... days, and managed to keep up some on my Crab assignment. Why do my vacations always end up running about as calmly as a goddamned Die Hard Christmas? It's too early to feel tired but I sho'nuff wanna go sit on my ass in bed and go to sleep. At this point I don't even feel like taking care of the tournament - I still have to get notecards for the pairings and at least write down everyone who pre-reg'd. Don't have to go to work for a week yet but I still feel like I haven't slowed down a bit since Friday. I'm all for keepin shit movin and all, but lord mcfuckballs people, can I get a break heyah?
Not that I'm bitching about much or anything. I guess I just wish life was always like this, but I spose that's the point of vacations. To get the fuck away from the desk where people call in and tell you that they stubbed their toe so they can't pay their phone bill to April '03.
In other news, I left my huge cock as a tip for the waiter at Gojo's, according to Rich. Apparently that marks the second time I've misplaced it this past week.
Anjin-san off.
Not that I'm bitching about much or anything. I guess I just wish life was always like this, but I spose that's the point of vacations. To get the fuck away from the desk where people call in and tell you that they stubbed their toe so they can't pay their phone bill to April '03.
In other news, I left my huge cock as a tip for the waiter at Gojo's, according to Rich. Apparently that marks the second time I've misplaced it this past week.
Anjin-san off.