dayum.
I need to get some work done. I can't. Dwayne keeps ordering me to do website work. I can't. He's phoned me up about 15 times today. Sometimes I've just let it ring. I can't answer. In the end he's somehow managed to get me to do several hours of programming work I really shouldn't have done. I was meant to be meeting with driving instructor. I can't.
On the plus side of things, at least I've managed to get some of the web design work out of the way, but I can't answer anymore phone calls. I really have to get on with work and sorting out my room and preparing for school tomorrow. And no matter how many times I inform 'Dwayne', he doesn't seem to realise. And now I'm starving hungry again for some reason. Off to the biscuit tin again, I guess.
And finally, last.fm seems to have mucked up weekly charts. Damnit!
On the plus side of things, at least I've managed to get some of the web design work out of the way, but I can't answer anymore phone calls. I really have to get on with work and sorting out my room and preparing for school tomorrow. And no matter how many times I inform 'Dwayne', he doesn't seem to realise. And now I'm starving hungry again for some reason. Off to the biscuit tin again, I guess.
And finally, last.fm seems to have mucked up weekly charts. Damnit!