All right, I promise I will eventually get off this hw thing, but I don't seem to make time for this thing on any other day. I'm busting out the rum in about twenty minutes once my coke has had a chance to CHill, then I'm going to kiss HW goodbye for another week. That said, I'm still not particularly pleased with life, but I'll try to keep the bitterness to something like 9.5 on a scale of 1 to 10 instead of the usual 355 000.
Unfortunately, I don't have anything worthwhile to put down here because somebody (cough*JEAN*cough) left my rules of weinism in Burlington. I could try to go from memory, but it probably wouldn't have the same effect. Just keep doing your best to dodge the Dodges and take a bitter pill once a week.
Tomorrow's a big day: I have a resume presentation AND I'm helping out at the SDC booth at the job fair for an hour. Just for that, they're giving me a $15 meal card. I said it before and I'll say it again: I'm gonna buy SO much gum!
You know it's Wednesday when I'm calculating the vindictiveness of the bus driver based on his position at the stop light. True story. If the bus is stopped at the very front of the line at the stop light s/he is doing it just to torture those kids on the corner who simply cannot make it to the stop on the other side before the bus. Moreover, s/he is ALWAYS shaking his/her head at that poor kid who just wants to hop on while the bus is stopped. It's a terrible conspiracy. Just terrible.
Second sign of Wednesday is the look on my face when the phone rings at 9 am. Every one is out to get me. No one wants me to be happy or well rested.
The third sign is obviously the martini glass of rum and coke. I wouldn't set my watch by it, but you probably could.
So, keep the whining and the cheap shots coming. You're just fueling my HW spirit. NB: Jenn's coming over to the dark side too. Today she not only called me fat, but a terrible, terrible person!
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