BASTA
i cannot take anymore freaking work. i know, work is *technically* what i get paid to do, but this is beyond ridiculous. i've been working steadily since 8:30 this morning, with only brief visits to a few sites and twenty minutes for lunch (a slice of alberto's pizza, best in town?). doesn't my company realize that i'm actually paid to SURF THE INTERNET, SHOP ONLINE AND HAVE COMMENT WARS ON BLOGS?
anyway, my body has rejected any more straining at the computer screen and editing content that i couldn't care less about. for the last hour of the day, i'm just going to sit here, glassy-eyed and slack-mouthed. then i'm going to go running at the gym. then i am going to go home, shower, get prettified, and go do something. i'm not exactly clear on what the something is, but hopefully someone reading this can help me out. a bar in d.c.? dinner in arlington? a musical event? i realize not everybody has the day off on friday, but surely someone can join me in some nyah-nyah-no-school-tomorrow escapades. how about it?
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I think Kriston and I are gonna watch the game over here and shout and drink. So, you know, everyone's welcome. But I don't know how much appeal that'll hold for some (Catherine).
BAH, basketball. it's ruining my life.
Tracey and I are watching the season finale of ANTM (which she taped for me while I was in Georgia) while drinking wine and eating pizza. You are indubitably invited. Then I'm abandoning Tracey and looking for bars that could use some company, so if you're not down for Top Model but you're out in DC, we can meet up!
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