You seem unhappy. I like that.

A summary of my life this past week can be summed by one picture: 

This cluster fuck is where I work. And yes, I have my own coffee pot. I drink far too much to share the caffeinated community pool.

So yesterday I stayed there till 3 am making minor adjustments.

I can now breathe; however it came to my attention that I need to learn to say "No" to new projects. At least till the new year.

I got an email from my dad this morning with this photo from when Reagan and I first arrived at his house:

He said it’s his favorite of his girls because even though it’s blurry, it captures us. I called him and told him that we were both trying not to fucking piss all over the place. So I guess he’s right.

I got asked on a date by some guy who works in my building. Only at the time, I didn’t realize it was a date. So now I feel trapped into hanging out with this guy. Stupid work…blinds my damn senses. Fuck it. This is healthy right? blehhhhhhhh.

Thanks for the book suggestions, btw. I’m making a library run as soon as Stu gets his overly sexed body up.