late-rising pub thrush
drinking to forget that Mr. E is an asshole didn't work. have finished drinking but still have constant reminders of his being an asshole. knowing that it would be this way should be funny or at least blandly comforting. it's definitely not. he's a jackass and i'm disappointed. god, i just knew that i would go on about this type of stuff. not going to edit as would then never end up with anything to post...
oh well, oh hell. feel like absolute piss and have little to nothing to do. have signed corporate anniversary cards and that only took up five minutes. lands sakes. definitely land sakes.
will possibly go to ladies lav and place stickers on forehead. seems just as logical as waiting for an e-mail that won't show up. also, it's easily just as time-consuming.