willard7

So fucking cold. All my last few days have been is cold in one degree or another!

I was on a business trip Thursday-Friday to the fine city of Omaha. Luckily I had the foresight to pack my XBox because Omaha did not pique my interest more than sitting in my hotel room staying warm did. Maybe it's just a boring-person streak in me. I don't care. Omaha was fucking cold. I didn't want to go wander around the middle of nowhere, knowing noone, when it was that damn cold.

The training Friday was great. I'm not a salesman, I'm a consultant. I don't have to work the counter, I don't have to answer the fucking phone, and i SURE AS FUCK better stay out of production--all the things I can't stand about Kinkos right now. The next week will be busy but maybe finally a bit more rewarding.

Friday night. YES! Alcohol! Sweet drunkenness! And I didn't sleep alone! WHOO!

Uh-oh, now the guilt. Was it a one-nighter? I'd met the girl before but hadn't talked to her or really flirted with her. It just kinda happened, I think. I think. Was she just using the cliche objections? Were mine just the cliche replies? The truth of the matter is I actually really liked talking to her. But I just don't know . . . I hate one-nighters and I'm not big into one-nighter etiquette. Hell, I have half a mind to call her, even.

Guilt sucks. Did I just use her? Did she use me back? Arrgh, confusion. Not worth worrying about? Probably not.

Goddamn, I'm cold. So fucking cold. Hoodies just aren't helping!