The people in the department that I have been helping for the past three months gave them to me in honor of my last day with them. It's nice to be appreciated.
(I still don't want to be here, but it is nice to be appreciated.)
It's looking to be a busy weekend, which is an exciting anomaly. Today after work I'm going down to College Park to hang out with NoJournalDave, and possibly eat cake. Tomorrow I'm having lunch with some high school friends that I see approximately twice a year. And maybe going to the movies with some people? I don't know if there are actual plans there. But Sunday I know that my mom and I are going to see the final performance of the play with which my sister has been assisting. So that's three and a half plans! Wow! What a weekend!
Ooooh, and I have a paycheck, which means I have to go to the bank. My bank account will give a little sigh of relief, what with all the money I've spent lately on things like plane tickets and . . . food. And other things! But mostly, yes, plane tickets and food.
Speaking of food, did you really think that I could get through a pre-lunch at-work journal entry without mentioning how hungry I am? Well, if you did, you were wrong. I am really quite hungry. One might even go so far as to say that I was famished, if one was feeling adventurous. Luckily for me, there's a gi-huge-ic helping of macaroni and cheese waiting for me, and I hope to have it in a microwave within a quarter of an hour.
Maybe next year I should try to write the Great Disjointian Novel. It shouldn't be too hard, as it'll be the first of the genre, and all subsequent disjointian novels will have to use mine as the standard. Hmm. Or maybe I'm just overcome by boredom and hunger. That's possible.