With the sounds of the laudnry in the background, I do think I should write a little something. The entire day I thought it was Thursday. I wasn't completely conscious of the date, but I could have sworn on God's green Earth that today was Thursday. Even when I walked into Cal State, I knew I had to go to my Mon/Wed class, but I still thought it was Thursday. I have a feeling it was the Immatrex Dr. Sonne prescribed me.

Saturday Jason and I are going to Sleater-Kinney. I'm not a huge fan, but it's something I wanted to see and find out more. He's planning something tomorrow for Friday night. He won't tell me anything about it. I don't like secrets. I always like to know what's going on.

My LAN connection here at the house will be going down soon. We are switching providers and it may take up to a month to get everything back in order and working again. What does this mean? Once it's down, there are no new posts on this bad boy. I don't want to instal Radio.Userand at work because a.) I hate work and b.) I don't want to mix my personal life anymore than possible with my professional life. It's bad enough my boss knows just about everyone I do and they have already spilled baby stories. Ugh. Jesus Christ. Have some professionalism. It's great that we have a common bond, but when my family friends start telling stories, that's when the line is crossed.

I'd really like to go to sleep right now, but I can't. I'm still waiting on laundry. Where's that damn robot to do my mundane shit for me? Laundry is the devil's work I tell you. That and grocery shopping.
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