On my MP3 player: Howie Day’s ‘she says.’
Yes, it is Saturday. Yes, I am at work. I am feeling lousy, like I’m coming down with a cold or something.
I have changed my mind and am going up to Denver tonight with Zach. In his words, tomorrow is going to be filled with ‘freeks and faggots. And you know you love both.’ Plus, after the past few days, I really want to let loose and forget about things for a while. I only hope the club doesn’t suck.
I wanted to go buy more Frou Frou shtuff last night, but couldn’t find anything. So I had to settle for a single for Delerium’s ‘silence.’ The way I feel about that song is (I gather) the way most people feel about religion.
I’ve looked over the arrivals for today, the ones I care about at least. Everything looks...fine. I’m thinking I should be able to get out of here relatively soon. I have to nap before this afternoon or I am going to be shit tonight.
My desk is a mess and I feel so far behind. I know that summer is bad, but (for some reason) the trend seems to be that the groups I have in late June kick my ass.
I learned some distressing news about Aaron. I am still of the belief that I am much more suited for him than she is...
Okay, greatest invention ever – MP3 players. How did I live without one?
Agenda for the rest of the day: go home, do some laundry, do my hair in a cute fashion, go to the office summer party, and then up to Denver. My goal is to have a drink in hand by 10:30. Wish me luck.
