I guess it was fun…except for my meltdown around lunchtime. I did stay from 11 until 4, five hours. I grossed $35. That’s so a CD burner. I was drooling over some on the net, but decided I should stop because I’ll end up buying one. My online banking says I have somewhere around $100. My mom is sending me some money, so I won’t have to dip into the gas fund until later in the pay period. I bought an extension cord yesterday for my TV and DVD player. I moved them into a new spot. I really don’t know what I’m going to do when I get my new computer up and running…I’m going to have to get a computer desk for it. I hope those aren’t tremendously expensive.
Omg, this dude wrote this letter to the editor making a reference to a “Crusader Rabbit,” who I learned in my research was a 1949 TV character. So now my nickname in the office is Crusader Rabbit.
But that’s far in the future. I’m going to have to relegate the drafting table into the spare room once I get my computer desk, there isn’t enough room for both. I have no idea how I’m going to get it out. Well, I think that there is room, but I would have to move the drafting table and right now that is impossible because I never put wheels on it. That will definitely be a project. A project that I won’t have to deal with for months. Gosh I will really need four hours a day when I have to pay for my insurance. Grr. Well, I hope to have some time to devote to the map thing tomorrow…maybe. Oh, Molly and Kelly e-mailed me but I haven’t gotten back to them because my carpal tunnel thing has really been acting up.
Oh cool, Kelly sent me another e-mail today. She was looking at my archives back when I was down there for the summer. Those really were the days. I wish I could go down there. I just don’t make enough money. Life sucks. I’m going to have to struggle to buy my books for next semester, and I’ll be lucky if my new computer is done within the year. Oh well. I think Tawna and I are going to go down to the store and get some French bread ($1.39!) so I’ll blog later. I must do the 4th of July post, but my wrists just aren’t up to it. I need a computer-free weekend of constantly wearing my brace to get me up to that. Typing all day at work doesn’t help either, but I’m not in excruciating pain there. If I didn’t wear my brace every night I think that I would be.
Oh god, Kevin kept me on the phone for like an hour last night trying to get me to come over or some crap. I was watching fútbol on Spanish TV while eating rice. I love fútbol, it’s so freaking cool. Lithe, delicious guys running around getting all sweaty…yum. Kevin told me he loved me twice. Fucking gross. With all his bullshit, he did inspire me to go over to Royce’s house, but I didn’t…I was too full after eating my rice. I finally have devised a method of innuendo to incite Royce to have sex with me. I’ll ask him to show me his genital piercings. That should work. Maybe. I think that it’s not the actual act of sex that I want to do with him though, I really want to make out with him. I wish he was a druggie so I could wait until he’s high on ecstasy and then make out with him. That would be so kewl!
Well, my wrist is killing me. No more computer for today.
I guess it was fun…except for my meltdown around lunchtime. I did stay from 11 until 4, five hours. I grossed $35. That’s so a CD burner. I was drooling over some on the net, but decided I should stop because I’ll end up buying one. My online banking says I have somewhere around $100. My mom is sending me some money, so I won’t have to dip into the gas fund until later in the pay period. I bought an extension cord yesterday for my TV and DVD player. I moved them into a new spot. I watched The Doom Generation this morning as I got ready for work. I really don’t know what I’m going to do when I get my new computer up and running…I’m going to have to get a computer desk for it. I hope those aren’t tremendously expensive. But that’s far in the future.
Omg, this dude wrote this letter to the editor making a reference to a “Crusader Rabbit,” who I learned in my research was a 1949 TV character. So now my nickname in the office is Crusader Rabbit.
I’m going to have to relegate the drafting table into the spare room once I get my computer desk, there isn’t enough room for both. I have no idea how I’m going to get it out. Well, I think that there is room, but I would have to move the drafting table and right now that is impossible because I never put wheels on it. That will definitely be a project. A project that I won’t have to deal with for months. Gosh I will really need four hours a day when I have to pay for my insurance. Grr. Well, I hope to have some time to devote to the map thing tomorrow…maybe. Oh, Molly and Kelly e-mailed me but I haven’t gotten back to them because my carpal tunnel thing has really been acting up.
Oh cool, Kelly sent me another e-mail today. She was looking at my archives back when I was down there for the summer. Those really were the days. I wish I could go down there. I just don’t make enough money. Life sucks. I’m going to have to struggle to buy my books for next semester, and I’ll be lucky if my new computer is done within the year. Oh well. I think Tawna and I are going to go down to the store and get some French bread ($1.39!) so I’ll blog later. I must do the 4th of July post, but my wrists just aren’t up to it. I need a computer-free weekend of constantly wearing my brace to get me up to that. Typing all day at work doesn’t help either, but I’m not in excruciating pain there. If I didn’t wear my brace every night I think that I would be.
Oh god, Kevin kept me on the phone for like an hour last night trying to get me to come over or some crap. I was watching fútbol on Spanish TV while eating rice. I love fútbol, it’s so freaking cool. Lithe, delicious guys running around getting all sweaty…yum. Kevin told me he loved me twice. Fucking gross. With all his bullshit, he did inspire me to go over to Royce’s house, but I didn’t…I was too full after eating my rice. I finally have devised a method of innuendo to incite Royce to have sex with me. I’ll ask him to show me his genital piercings. That should work. Maybe. I think that it’s not the actual act of sex that I want to do with him though, I really want to make out with him. I wish he was a druggie so I could wait until he’s high on ecstasy and then make out with him. That would be so kewl!
Well, my wrist is killing me. No more computer for today.