ARRG!
A. It's St. Paddy's Day not St. Patty's Day. Ever since I was educated in this matter like 3 years ago by a roving Irishman, it's irked me ever since.
B. Today's my last day of being “in charge” at the office! Horray! The dumbest thing I could think of is the fact my boss who I haven't seen in like 4 months is in generally being nosy and poking it where it don't belong (okay, he owns the company, but knows NOTHING about what's going on, but somehow pretends like he does) and was telling me, at like 1pm, how I should be doing my quotes. On my LAST DAY of doing them. Yea buddy. Real Helpful.
C. Tonight I am to celebrate a day that ends in “Y” by drinking my face off, and eating microwaved Kraft Dinner purchased for 49 cents at Dominion. For some reason, I committed to Tomorrow morning's 3 hour hopefully 30k fixed-gear bike ride while prodding a certain unicyclist with a sharp stick to keep him moving. I don't know how well this is going to all work out.
D. My desk at work is clean. Cleaner than I've ever seen it before.
Plans: Go home, go to the gyme, go purchase alcomahol, consume alcomahol, pass out, wake up, go b*king, go to the gyme, go home, go to the gyme, go to buddy's place, listen to rehearsal, go home, work.
Hmmm… weekends need to be longer.
