…that I will have to come here.
Today marks the beginning of my last week at Shikai.
I was running pretty late today, but I didn’t really care. I mean…it’s my last week.
Ugh.
I have the rough draft of my essay due for my English class tomorrow. Guesses as to whether I’ve started it—place your final bets—the answer is NO! This is the stupid essay that we are supposed to do research for. I hate research. I might call out tomorrow so I can work on it.
I wanted to call out today, but I have to finish that stupid warehouse project for Helen, and I don’t think I’ll get much of a chance to work on it tonight, ’cause it’s Robby’s 21st birthday and I PROMISED that I’d go out to the bar for a little while. So, if I call off work tomorrow, I can use up some of my sick time that I have left *and* try to get my essay rough draft written. Stupid class.
Went to the city yesterday. Had fun. Bought Pockey. Took photos (but haven’t processed them yet). Watched Fooly Cooly and slept on the way home.
Not a lot else to say.
dude. that sounds more fun than my day. did ya see my blog. I cleaned. A lot. Japantown would have been cooler. Esp since I have never been there.