musicshapedhole

I still stand firm in my thinking that work is evil. I've worked 9 consecutive days.. and I'm still goin. Why? How? I don't know. I do know that I'm sick, though. As in hack-hack-cough sick. It's interesting... I sort of get a kick out of blowing my nose. I'm weird.

I have a temporary roomie. A friend of mine moved in and is sleeping on the couch for the next month. She split with her boyfriend, which is interesting because her boyfriend and I hold no hostility towards each other, but eh...... it still creates this weird tension.

Speaking of weird tension, I'm going to go eat some tamales. Wish me luck.