jizzle

I'm no good at sitting down and organizing my thoughts into a cohesive flow of work that's anything more than bland.

I went to work today...hungover. I sat through dealing with clients who waste my time (not all clients waste my time, just today's lucky draw), but at least got to eat on the company dime. I ate dinner afterwards, and then settled in for that new global circumnavigation documentary - if you can call it that - in which Ewan McGregor and a rag-tag group of scallywags travel round the earth on some BMW motor bikes. I've heard from several of my lady friends that it's like 'porno' for them. While I'm hardly attracted to burly, unshaven men, I'm hooked on that fucking show.

So today turned out to be one of recovery and takin' er easy, dude. I'd never taken the time to make a journal entry, so I figured that on a day like today, anything goes. Someone's gotta read this shit at some point, right?