I can't believe I passed up a liquid lunch.

Feb 11, 2005 10:05

This week has flown by. I love waking up and having it be Friday already. Probably done with the gym for the week, since I think I organized a happy hour tonight. Go figure. Me and Josh, Merri, maybe Train, Jessica from work, Josie from the gym. Should be pretty cool. And I think we might head right to Friday's.

Jess had on a necklace, with a big flat silver rose on it. From 5 feet away, it looked like the top of a tincan after it gets cut off. Apparently she wasn't a fan of me calling it a tincan lid. Oh well.

The acoustics people here are very pushy. Demanding and such. It's annoying. Just because something is their top priority, doesn't make it my top priority. They'll have to understand that. Even though I've already explained it to them 4 times.

I bit my lip on Tuesday. It hurt, was a good chomp. Then last night, I bit it again. Same place. That hurt even more. I've been doing that more lately. Might I have to break out the old retainer again? Sheesh. Hooray for dental coverage.

Had to reroute the entire antenna setup in my Jeep on Wednesday night. Took it all out, and re-ran it up the front this time, so now it's right above the front passenger side door. Now it's perfect. Haven't had a drop since, except for a few minutes during the rain the other day. O&A whenever I want them. Score.

Valentine's Day this weekend. Eh. I'm not really big on it, but the ladies are. Actually, the only reason it was cool for the past few years was that it was mine and Manda's anniversary. This weekend would have been 2 years. I can't believe 2 years went by that fast. Crazy, huh?

The more I think about stuff like that, the weirder it is. It seems like I just graduated, but I've been out for 2 1/2 years, already held and lost a job, found another, fell in love. Traveled, been in other countries. Lot of stuff for such a short span of time. Really makes you think.

Man, Jim Breuer does an awesome Angus Young impression. It's dead on.

Another flag football game this weekend, I think. I think I'd like another 5 sacks.

Time for lunch. And phonecalls to coordinate all this happy hour stuff. And then lots and lots of drinking. Score.
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