I watched The Wrestler last night. That guy had really small legs. I party like a fireman. It seemed almost Greek at points. It had imperfections: the daughter thing was feasible, but thin. The stripper, in the end, was a little off, but feasible.
Boy, you're gonna carry that weight!
Okay, I'm kind of chained to my desk for the moment because $UBERBOSS is in a meeting with the other executives and occasionally has little requests for information about stuff and things that need fast turnaround.
I bought another umbrella yesterday. Now I have three. This is an ideal number. One for the car. One for work. One for at home. It was pouring yesterday when I got out of work and I had to go walk somewhere. I had no umbrella.
I have finals next week. Accounting, I just have to go over the work again, make sure I've got it. Econ, I still have assignments to complete which are due at the exam. One is estimated to take 10 hours, one is estimated to take perhaps 2. Bleh. Plus the studying. It won't be too bad. Aw crud. I suggested having company on Sunday. Screw it. Nobody said they were coming.
It was twenty years ago today Sgt. Pepper taught the band to play.
Okay, I think I don't have to be tied to my desk anymore. Someone saved my life tonight, sugar bear.
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