Yesterday was a day of
recovery. Recovery from an impressive
four alarm bash on Saturday, recovery from an impressive four alarm
hangover still
lingering and
fighting me, recovery for a
house too
messy to
believe and recovery from
a good friend's death. That's a
full day, so I told the
temp agency to
go to hell and spent six hours cleaning, laundering and
grocery shopping. Alright.
Maybe that's a little bit of
fiction... maybe I spent an hour or two playing
video games in there somewhere. Maybe. There aren't any
witnesses though, so
piss off.
Very redeeming, in it's own sort of way.
Of course, that makes today all that much harder to go in for. There's this growing progression of lateness that seems to be getting worse everyday... Today I didn't really mind being 15 minutes late, tomorrow it will probably be 20.
At some point I'm going to end up here for an hour or so a day.
I wonder if they'll notice. It seems unlikely to me.