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It's sunny out!
It's been rainy all week. The sun is a really nice change.
I cleaned the inside of my car yesterday. Like scrubbed down the dash, and console, and seats, and vacuumed.
I need to wash the mats, and the floors with our weird little carpet cleaner thing, because they're all stained, but my car looks really good.
It hasn't been this clean since my parents bought it last year.
I love it.
After work today I might wash the outside, it needs it bad.
I have an hour and a half before work, and I don't know what to do with myself.
I'll probably just float around LJ.
So I'm working this weekend, I don't really want to, but I don't have a choice. My boss pretty much told me that I'm not allowed to take any weekends off under any circumstances. Which is too bad since I'm going to Maine sometime in June and that trip will probably span two weekends (she's going to bitch at me for that).
I mean, she won't even let me go to an open mic thing on June 18th, which is the two year anniversary of my friend Ellen's death. The Open Mic is for her, like in honor of her. It's what they're doing this year. But since it's a Saturday, I'm not allowed to go.
Needless to say I'm kind of upset about that.
I wish I could just find a good writing job with normal hours or something.
I hate working weekends when Max works the average Monday through Friday job. So I have Monday's and Tuesday's off, he has Saturday's and Sundays off.
This summer, excluding Maine, we won't get to spend an entire day together. Not once.
It's fucked up.
She'd better not bitch too much about Maine.