Went to a party thrown by the Philly office branch of The Company. Had a good time manipulating the jukebox. Firehouses in Pennsylvania raise money by renting out their
banquet halls. I didn’t realize there was a banquet hall in a firehouse. There aren’t in Texas. I wanna rent out my attic and make some money. I could probably fit, what, like
3 or 4 people up there. Voluntarily of course. Duh.



I am always in a rush to get things done when I’m home. I also think time actually goes faster when I’m not at work.
Some kind of moon thing or astral deal or pact that management has with the devil or something.
My pal Carl and I have always understood this about each other. If Carl blows off a meeting with me or if he can’t come through on a favor,
I always let it slide. You have to. Friends aren’t perfect. Life’s too short. We should all be forgiveness sluts. If you want it, I’ll give it to you.
So you forgot to cover up things while you were painting the bathroom and you made a mess of tiny droplets everywhere?
I’ll clean it up. Need help moving? Call me. Need a ride to the bus station? I’m there.
Wanna see a concert for free? Wanna meet Brad Pitt? Wanna go to Disneyland, my treat? Wanna go to the zoo, on me? I’ll drive? Wanna shop?
Can I hold those for you? Cheesh. I suck at being a friend, don’t I? 🙁



Snap.