Well, this couldn't possibly end poorly.
By
gzt (Thu May 14, 2009 at 04:12:39 PM EST)
gzt,
apple blossom (
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I have my final in econ tonight. That's going to be fun. It'll all work out in the end.
Last night, the train-wreck girl who lives across the street called, said she was through with classes and wondered if I wanted to grab a beer or something.
Inside: super fun happy marriage poll because I thought it might be interesting to know.
I said, no, I am studying for my final the next day. She suggested after the final. R had decided not to do dinner after my final and I didn't feel like saying to train-wreck neighbor, "No, we should never hang out ever." Perhaps I should've floated having R along even though I knew she wouldn't be able to come, that would've set the proper tone. Anyway. I said, sure, whatever, drop by some bar, have a drink, go home. I should arrange to have R or somebody call me, like, after about as long as it takes to have one drink. Because I need to get home, run, and talk with R before it gets too late. And I really don't enjoy spending much time with this person. The awkward part will be that we live across the street from each other, so there's no immediate parting of ways. Anyway. I'm sure it'll be fine.
Going to some theatre thing tomorrow.
Oh, mother#$%@%#er. I might have pull stuff from this... delightful... database.
There are a couple other things I might have to do this weekend, but they're surely pleasant.
Today, after having a drink and talking to R--- on the phone, I should, like, work out. It'll be too late for running and it might be too late to make going to the gym very feasible. I'll figure it out. Grumble grumble.
Seriously, dudes. Every time I've gone into the men's room this last week, there's been at least one person taking a shit. How does this work? Seriously? I guess there are people on the other half of the floor now, but not that many of them are men. Maybe they have to do it in shifts. I guess 19 total men on the floor, you always expect somebody during the two hours around lunch because we have a break room on this floor, but, that leaves like 7 hours of sampling time for 19 men. I've talked about this before. It does not cease to disturb me. Perhaps I am a little obsessive.
Hey, little apple blossom! What seems to be your problem?