where's my valtrex?
Oh, and the herpes have returned. I've been sleeping. I've been eating. I don't understand why I'm getting these damned fever blisters.
I'm actually going to The Burg this weekend, for about ten hours--I have to close my bank account. And, while I'm there, I'll do laundry, since I'd have to pay for it here. I figure that since I will go home at MOST once a month, I should take all my dirty linens home on those rare trips, just to save a few bucks.
Today I have to interview a guy for a job at just4ukstudents.com. I've been working there, what, a week? And I'm already interviewing people for jobs? I'll be getting my own business cards soon, and I think an office, also. Plus, good hourly pay. And co-workers that are only about 4-6 years older than me. And flexible hours. I lucked out on this one, folks.
Oh, the other day, I had to go to ClearChannel Communications to talk to a rep from 104.5, and while I was there I ran into this woman who used to babysit me when I was 8 or so. I hadn't seen her in about 8 or 10 years, but we recognized each other immediately, and she even came in an interrupted the meeting to talk to me. She asked how my parents were doing and I told her "fine."
Today is a good read-a-book-in-bed day, but no such luck for this lady. Sigh.
Longer sigh.