Real Life: August 1-3, The Year of Our Lord Two Thousand and Eight
Cripes! It's August and it feels like it! I'm staying inside, thank you very much, as no one wants to see what my hair does in this sort of weather.
I accidentally ate a dog biscuit yesterday (I thought it was a cookie), and would like to see that the weekend goes up from there, not down, so how are you going to help me out with that?
Tonight, I'll work late, then toast GL Pal Alisa as she celebrates the ending of her year-long post as the bearded fellow at the the Art Hut. We'll be at the Royale after eight or so. Join us! After, I will possibly drink wine with Deer while she tells me how to make my apartment more presentable.
Tomorrow, it's a Pepper-Party! Shower in the a.m., and bachelorette in the p.m. I'm making goodie bags (which is, indirectly, what led to to me eating a dog biscuit)!
Sunday I work, and then I recover.
Whatchoo doin?