Argh, Questionable Content is making me completely sick.
I hate seriously identifying with Faye and getting stuck watching Dora put the moves on Marten. Find another boy, you backstabbing complication.
I made the mistake of having a drink before heading to dinner with one of my client's families. Right, like I need to spend more time with her right now when all shift I was this close to throttling the wall and pretending it was her. She's in a bitch-phase, so I don't know why I agreed. Because I'm lame with no backbone. Wait, who said that?
Ironically enough, it's a birthday dinner for one of the other staff.