Time for one of my last-break posts bitching about whatever. It’s one of those crampy days when I am overly anxious to get home. I have ideas I want to write and it is supa busy here. Plus it is Friday, and Fridays are always teh wanting to leave days because of impending weekend.
Oh, I do not think I will have a chance to type anything today, actually. I think I’m going out to lunch wis item, and then I have peectures to work on. Well, whatever. Nobody could guess the pairing I’ve been writing today in a million years; I suppose it can remain secret a little longer.
I could be wrong, but it seems like Gregory’s girlfriend eyes me a lot. He bought me lunch today… is she worried? I wonder. Gregory is a highly acceptable male-type, and maybe she can tell I think so. But whatever.
Less than two hours left… weeeeeeekend….