All day it's oil, oil, oil, lab fraud, oil, oil, Atlas, oil, Shaw, oil, LAWRENCE!, oil, oil, OH MY GOD THE OIL, Vietnam, Logan Circle, oil, curb cut, oil. Pretty much in that order. I'd expand as I used to but for two things: (1) My curiosity is killed, and (2) I forget what (2) was. Fact is, meh, who cares.
I've taken an unexpected mini-vacation, unexpected because I promised I'd have no less than three VERY IMPORTANT documents sent to my boss for final review this very day. And there is no reason why this couldn't have played out as anticipated; I woke up just as usual and fed the kid just as usual, and six-in-the-a.m. rolled around and I remembered the glowing praise I'd received not fourteen hours before and decided to throw it all to hell. Because fuck that. I care about nothing. And I really don't.
Were I me three years ago I'd worry. But me now knows it's not worth it. And though everything is me, me, me, that's the last person I've thought of in a very long time. Which kinda sucks, but then again, were I you, I wouldn't want to think of me either.
Cheers.
Aww, I think about you. Not in a creepy way, just in a we-get-to-hang-out-on-Sunday! way. :)
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your day off!
Success. It is a relentless hell bitch of a yoke (not the egg-y kind). Impromtu days off are the best. Enjoy it. Windmills will still need tilting at on Monday and for the foreseeable future. No hurry.
ReplyDeleteYou SHOULD think of you more often.
ReplyDeleteWe should all think of you more often.
And it should be totally creepy.
Stupid oil, being all stupid and stuff.
ReplyDeleteI think of Kat. Not creepy-like. <3
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