Moving day approaches! I have most of my stuff packed away. Actually, I have had most of stuff packed up for years and in storage (books mostly). I wish I could have a large and more permenant place to unpack it all, but damn, I guess I am too much of a nomad for that to happen.

Now that I have only a week and a half left at work, I think it high time to have a cocktail hour everyday at work! To that end I have been bringing a flask of Bush Mills Irish Whiskey to work to mix with my Coke. It takes the edge of quite nicely.

I'd like to get laid at my place of work before I go. . . doubt that will happen though. . . I got the perfect place in mind. Well, at least there is masterbation!

Are you touching yourself too? At least the people coming home from last call do. They can't wait to get to the car. Don't they ever notice the camera in the elevators?

Freedom to fuck, freedom to fuck with you!

Concentual, though.

I have had to deal with the DA over the past week concerning a rape case that happened at work some time ago (not on MY shift). He was thankfully convicted.