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I'm finding it real hard to want to wake up at 5 am and go to work when I know I'm just going to give my two week notice in a month. I originally asked for yesterday off because Evan was planning a visit, but had to stay for health reasons. So Monday rolls around and I knew in my head that I should have called into work to see if I could reschedule the day off... but I didn't. Fuck em. I deserve the day off.
Last Saturday has to have been the climax of hurricane Natasha, I think. Things weren't as bad leading up to it, and haven't been as bad since. But fuck were things bad Saturday night. I'm glad that's over and I can move on with things.
BTW, this userpic is of me miming The Onion Master with Parapa the Rapper. Kick, punch it's all the mind, etc.
Last Saturday has to have been the climax of hurricane Natasha, I think. Things weren't as bad leading up to it, and haven't been as bad since. But fuck were things bad Saturday night. I'm glad that's over and I can move on with things.
BTW, this userpic is of me miming The Onion Master with Parapa the Rapper. Kick, punch it's all the mind, etc.