Why is everyone still here? It's quarter past five, and on a normal friday people start heading out at like 4:30. But today, people are staying late, and it's odd. It wouldn't bother me usually, but there's supposed to be some sort of unofficial gathering across the street after work, and I don't want to get there at 5:30 only to find that I'm sitting alone because everyone else is working late.
I worry too much about dumb things.
Tonight is dinner with the sister and the Ro. Tomorrow is something potentially cool, but also potentially anticlimactic. There's no telling yet.