Sweat
I'm sweating. That goddamned foosball game. I get called out of my office while trying to finish my lunch and asked to participate in a doubles competition. I, of course, chose D.'s side - while it means I hardly played a role in our victory, it also means victory.
Whatever it takes, eh?
Regardless, I got two sweet angle shots on our competition that had him squealing.
J. responded to my email about modes of transportation to NYC with a suggestion that I take the train since I make "some money." I'm still trying to figure out if by "some money" he meant enough to comfortably blow 200 dollars on a two day trip for someone's birthday. Now, I'm tempted to drive except parking is such a fucking pain in the ass and I'll be tired as shit on Friday evening.
The bus would be intriguing with its dirty, lowlife ambiance. I think that was like 80 dollars roundtrip, but I can't find any info on it.
Looks like somebody has finally repaired the pinball machine. Great. More noise.
Not that I'm getting anything done. I suppose I could look at the new bugs I've been assigned because of G.'s absence. But they lack sex appeal.
And for no identifiable reason, I'm scheduled to go visit B. tonight. I should be prepping for NYC, if indeed I am going. A. wants to play that shitty fucking campaign on Saturday... I think he's going to be sorely disappointed.
Or he'll end up playing with just Y. and C... which'll be fucked up to no extreme.
Time is crawling today, like the slow tickle you feel in your scalp when you imagine insects creeping through your hair.
If I delay long enough, NYC won't even be an option.
Whatever it takes, eh?
Regardless, I got two sweet angle shots on our competition that had him squealing.
J. responded to my email about modes of transportation to NYC with a suggestion that I take the train since I make "some money." I'm still trying to figure out if by "some money" he meant enough to comfortably blow 200 dollars on a two day trip for someone's birthday. Now, I'm tempted to drive except parking is such a fucking pain in the ass and I'll be tired as shit on Friday evening.
The bus would be intriguing with its dirty, lowlife ambiance. I think that was like 80 dollars roundtrip, but I can't find any info on it.
Looks like somebody has finally repaired the pinball machine. Great. More noise.
Not that I'm getting anything done. I suppose I could look at the new bugs I've been assigned because of G.'s absence. But they lack sex appeal.
And for no identifiable reason, I'm scheduled to go visit B. tonight. I should be prepping for NYC, if indeed I am going. A. wants to play that shitty fucking campaign on Saturday... I think he's going to be sorely disappointed.
Or he'll end up playing with just Y. and C... which'll be fucked up to no extreme.
Time is crawling today, like the slow tickle you feel in your scalp when you imagine insects creeping through your hair.
If I delay long enough, NYC won't even be an option.