Penultimate day of work.
Was rather uneventful. I'm starting to say my goodbyes, and some are harder than others. I've really gotten into quite the routine here, and it's unsettling to think I'm going to be in Baton Rouge in a week. Fuck. FUCK. I'VE GOT TO PACK. FUCK.
Yeah, realizations keep hitting me like a sack of bricks. That's fun.
So, redbox is addicting as shit, and I'm going to sit down with Push in a minute. I always wanted to see it, and it seems like a bit of a mindfuck, but I think I'll enjoy it anyway.
Besides, Chris Evans is hot. So. I'm going to recline with that momentarily.
Sad news: Charlie is out of tune. I could tell that he was, but I (and probably my tiredness) fucked up the tuning that Julie taught me to get him back to normal and now I can't play on my guitar because it sounds too fucking awful for me to stand it. *frown*
Yeah, realizations keep hitting me like a sack of bricks. That's fun.
So, redbox is addicting as shit, and I'm going to sit down with Push in a minute. I always wanted to see it, and it seems like a bit of a mindfuck, but I think I'll enjoy it anyway.
Besides, Chris Evans is hot. So. I'm going to recline with that momentarily.
Sad news: Charlie is out of tune. I could tell that he was, but I (and probably my tiredness) fucked up the tuning that Julie taught me to get him back to normal and now I can't play on my guitar because it sounds too fucking awful for me to stand it. *frown*