Here we are, at the most dangerous time, 3:00 on a Thursday of a 3 weekend. (I originally typed in 32 day weekend, I wish). It’s like the best of times and the worst of times all mixed together.
I’m looking forward to the weekend. I love my job, again, we know this from previous posts, but I won’t deny it’s hard to work with 3 other ladies so closely. We are all so aware of each other, its every day every day. And one of these ladies, who I really do like, just honestly cannot stop talking. And I spend half my day trying to ward her off, nod my head, answer meekly with “really?” and “oh?”, yesterday it was about big cookies, today it was about her children’s haircuts, and I’m eternally grateful I don’t have to know what tomorrow’s is.
I just need a little break.
With the dog and the job and spring and my life and chicagoist and friends and tours and blah and the blah.
I have History of Violence and The Weatherman to watch, I have my latest book to finish, I have spring clothes to purchase and a city to build on Sim City 4, John’s already building subways, and I’m still trying to pave my damn roads. I’ll catch up.
3:06 on a Thursday.
It’s fascinating with all the things going on around me, I still don’t have anything to really talk about? Isn’t it?
3:07
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