This is going to be the three weeks from hell. Kill me. Please.
But not before I cash my uberginormous paycheck. God I’m so fucking tired.
Oh yay, small ray of sunshine. I don’t have to go in to job #2 until 7 p.m. tomorrw. Woo, a whole three hours to myself! What will I ever do?
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someone is installing Word for me from a disk. Thought you’d like to weigh in.
Get someone to help you with math. I’ll bet Amanda would do it. I’ll bet she’d do it in exchange for a place to make cookies.
Don’t give up. Take a hot bath and put your wrists in the water.