Well, universe, I did nothing terribly interesting tonight. Work was brutal. It was so interesting, because I was walking around this morning, and I got such a bad feeling. It was like ... I kept seeing things that felt like bad omens to me. And I knew the day was going to be fucked. And sure enough, it was. There was so much work to do at work. It wasn't totally horrible, though. I'm grateful for that.
I'm pretty sure I'm going to go back to working on the weekend. I shouldn't, but I really want to make some extra money and not have to scrimp and save all the time. I need to work on my writing, but instead, I just keep falling asleep and getting nothing done. But that's okay.
I'm thinking of going to see Iron Man tomorrow. That will be fun.
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