Write it down, take a picture...
I think I may buy one of those insanely cheap keychain digital cameras off ebay. The ones that don't even have the screen for you to look at the picture, ya know? But where the shipping is the most expensive part...And it's like 7 times as much as your bid...Yeah. Those. Because I just may be able to scrape together enough money to afford THAT kind of digital camera. And good news...It can also be used as a web cam. See, so wouldn't that be neat? I just don't think I have a microphone...That could make web-cam-ing interesting. *shrugs* I can hook it up to MSN and type with picture I suppose. We'll see.
I now have two or two and a half hours left here at work...And I have nothing to do. Can't I just go home? I shall mention it to CW and perhaps leave early.
Next week promises to be the longest week of my life. A full 5-day work week, looking forward to my trip to Dickinson and the people I love. I'm leaving for that straight from work next Friday and shall arive at about 3:00 am, when I shall pass out on Will's couch because I will have been awake for 22 hours at the end of a work week and driving all night for the last parts of that time. Lover Boy will show up sometime that day and we will either eat the corn-on-the-cob at Will's or leave Mr. W. behind and Lover Boy will take me out to eat somewhere. Then we go to the Smith house and party like rock stars...With just a few less illegal substances and a very limited number of groupies. We pass out sometime around dawn and sleep until noon-ish. Then I shall climb back into the nameless thing that is my car and drive my (hopefully un-hungover) butt back across the 11-hour-plus-a-time-change expanse to my house, where I will promptly pass out in my bed for as many moments as I can squeeze out of that night. I will be awakened by my alarm at strictly 6:25 am, when my whole work week will start over. I might be insane. Or maybe my inner pain turns me on...heh. Okay, so it's not the latter there. But do you know what DOES turn me on? Lover Boy taking me out to dinner.
Hot. Damn.
I now have two or two and a half hours left here at work...And I have nothing to do. Can't I just go home? I shall mention it to CW and perhaps leave early.
Next week promises to be the longest week of my life. A full 5-day work week, looking forward to my trip to Dickinson and the people I love. I'm leaving for that straight from work next Friday and shall arive at about 3:00 am, when I shall pass out on Will's couch because I will have been awake for 22 hours at the end of a work week and driving all night for the last parts of that time. Lover Boy will show up sometime that day and we will either eat the corn-on-the-cob at Will's or leave Mr. W. behind and Lover Boy will take me out to eat somewhere. Then we go to the Smith house and party like rock stars...With just a few less illegal substances and a very limited number of groupies. We pass out sometime around dawn and sleep until noon-ish. Then I shall climb back into the nameless thing that is my car and drive my (hopefully un-hungover) butt back across the 11-hour-plus-a-time-change expanse to my house, where I will promptly pass out in my bed for as many moments as I can squeeze out of that night. I will be awakened by my alarm at strictly 6:25 am, when my whole work week will start over. I might be insane. Or maybe my inner pain turns me on...heh. Okay, so it's not the latter there. But do you know what DOES turn me on? Lover Boy taking me out to dinner.
Hot. Damn.