In which I go from hanging out at home every evening to only being home to sleep.

When K came to pick me up for work this morning (we work the same hours on Saturdays), Gramma made a crack about my timing and mentioned that ‘it would have been nice to have been ferried around six months ago, when it was cold out.’ (Oh, yeah, I neglected to mention in the last post that I’ve done that Dumbest Of Things and hooked up with a co-worker. Dude’s desk sits like nine feet from mine. I know, I know, but whatever. Shit happens. Onward!)

I feel like I haven’t seen her – Gramma – in a week because I’ve been out every night past her bedtime, and only see her when she’s sitting at the breakfast table in the morning and I’m waddling past on my way to the shower.

My diet’s fucked. My last four dinners: Taco Hell, Pizza Slut, 10 PM breakfast at Shari’s, and last night? We had Applebee’s. (Srsly. Crap-o-rama.) I’m totally not counting the calories from the vodka, because that’s just depressing.

Work has been brutally slow this week. I’ve had hour-long lulls between calls and my file cabinet is already perfectly organized so I have nothing to do. Today I upgraded the ‘box to the latest version of WordPress; it’s not a difficult task but it is tedious and time-consuming (the automatic update plugin won’t run for me without errors, so I have to do it manually) and if that doesn’t prove how slow work is, the following utterly random and dull list will:

• I want a car.
• I want a bicycle.
• My grandmother is still overfeeding my dog.
• I am lovin’ the dry 95-degree weather we’re having.
• I really enjoyed my bro’s Coachella post.
• He wants me to help him with a shopping cart so he can start selling cool screened stuff.
• VUBOQ has started a sideblog in which he pretends he’s str8.
• K has started blogging. Like, today.
• I spent about 10 hours at best of craigslist this week.
• I need to color my hair.
• I need to do about 3 loads of laundry.
• I ran a box fan in my room last night because it’s so warm.

Um. Yeah.

Perhaps the sleep dep’s making me stupid? (Don’t answer that!) But even if it is, I still love you, my babies! *smooch*