and i was suppose to be at this new job i have/had at 6:30 am
it is cool because it is on the 44th floor of the comcast building
and i feel like i'm in the sky
but BEING there at 6:30 every morn'n really argues with my head i guess.
life seems to be taking care of itself.
unemployment makes this not as big of deal.
but i still feel like a dick, ya know?
i mean, what can i do now?
paint.
and lissen to this.
sorry corporate doods. set your clocks a bit looser.
