You knew it was only a matter of time, and you were right: I am blogging at work.
I was finished with all my work by 2am, so I called Michelle, I played Bookworm and two games of Euchre, I read comics... I brought a book, but I feel like I'm not really ready to start another book yet. I just finished One Hundred Years of Solitude this afternoon and I'm still recovering. What a dark and bizarre trip that was. Beautifully written and totally overwhelming.
You know? I kind of like this job. There are barely any customers, I only have to deal with co-workers for about 20 minutes a day, and it sure as hell beats working 9-5. The actual work part is pretty simple. The customers made me tense at first but now I'm feeling way more mellow.
Veronica Mars is a really, really awesome show. I'm so glad that Renata was blogging about it all the time and I decided to get it from Netflix. I just finished season one tonight and WOW! It was both surprising and satisfying! Lots of dramatic conclusions are one or the other, but few are both.
The generic Prozac has killed my apetite, but it's hard to say if it has had any effect on my mood. I want to move in the fall. Who wants to move with me?
1 Comments:
At 9:02 AM,
Anonymous said…
One Hundred Years of Solitude is amazing. Beyond amazing.
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