Feb 07, 2006 00:49
Don't you just love getting mail? Unless of course its from the bank telling you that your account is overdrawn, or from the phone company saying you owe them money that you already paid, or even from your credit card company telling you that you've reached your limit and can't pay your other bills until you get your next paycheck into the bank. Otherwise, I love getting mail. I hope Andy's gayerest job finds happiness in the embrace of the gay cold weather and lightens up on him a little bit at work. That's right, Andy... all your job needs is a boyfriend.
I'm going to try out a new gym this week. Apparently the gym my mother belongs to is pretty swanky (think Globogym from dodge ball) and I get a discount because she's already a member. Cool. SBXL at Johnny Bigpants was a success, the seven layer dip was appreciated as well as the chilli. Beer was in good supply and I got just a tinge closer to my boss (who gave up drinking 12 years ago.) If anyone in the area has the money to spend they should make reservations and come to David Craig Bethesda on St. Elmo Ave. I'll be in the kitchen with David. Useless days off suck. I'll be much happier when i'm living in the kitchen again. I only say that because I feel like as soon as I'm revved up for work it's time to go home, and as soon as I get home, it's time to get revved up for work again. My schedule is so messed up...