And when you write as much as I do during work the last thing you want to do when you get home is to write some more. And since life's pretty much been -- well not uneventful really, because when is work ever uneventful? -- normal I don't have anything much to talk about. OH MY GOD I'M TYPING LIKE HOW I DO AT WORK. This is kinda disturbing :|
So anyway, this remains pretty much pointless. Work is still busy as hell. I get annoyed daily by stupid people. I somehow find a way to love it all nevertheless. Could be because of things like the free pair of Steve Madden shoes I'm getting tomorrow. I KID. Cmon. I don't get paid enough to buy these things on my own, so I should be getting it from somewhere. And hey if PR people want to give it to me for free in exchange for a silly little article (or not) I ain't complaining.