Why will this horribly short horrible week not just END!? Why why WHY!? Are these two of the longest days the world has ever seen or is it me? It's dark when I get up, it's dark when I get home, it's dark in between when I call and request that HP not continue to send my shit to an address where no one has lived for 14 months for the SIXTEENTH time, if it weren't for being bathed in fluorescents I would see no light at all. (Hey maybe this is some kind of karma thing for all that "I'm a carnivore" ranting I did a few weeks ago after meeting with doctor Patchouli?). I'm wilting here! How many meetings can one person have in two little days anyway? I've seriously had had more meetings in the last 48 hours than in the last ....48 months. *Does math*. Seriously! I'm not exaggerating!
*Sigh*. Excuse me, where's my latte?