I am tired. I would like to go home, sleep for a while, then spend the rest of the day playing video games. If today is anything like the last two days at work, no one would notice if I did exactly that. This is a stupid week.
Amy offered me the Best Job Ever last night. I would hang out at her house while she's working and keep the cats from bothering her. There's only one downside, and that is that this is purely a volunteer position. Alas, I guess I'll have to wait until I'm independantly wealthy. You know, when that happens. Any day now.
Sarah gave me a Borg teddy bear last night, and it is basically the best thing ever. Also the best thing (um . . . sure) are our newest Open Mic Visual Art endeavors, which will most likely be scanned this evening. I'll just say that there is an impala mafia involved, as well as a couple of upset brides.
