I’m drinking wine. my roommate gave me. i am suposed to be working tomorrow. i will be there. don’t know how much of the working will be done. love you.
Current mood: drunk
I’m drinking wine. my roommate gave me. i am suposed to be working tomorrow. i will be there. don’t know how much of the working will be done. love you.
Current mood: drunk
From the guy who brought you “petty cash isn’t for little expenses”:
Apparently this: >5%
reads as “less than five percent”
And he’s an accountant. I thought they were supposed to be good at math? I mean, I can almost forgive his poor grammar and sub-par vocabulary, but come on! That is truly ludicrous.
So, last night I went to bed at around 11. That’s not really that early for a normal person, but for me, that’s unheard of. I like to kill myself by staying up too late and then getting up plenty early. But I think we’ll all agree that 4:30 is just way too early. That’s right, I went to bed at 11 and woke up at 4:30. Have not been able to go back to sleep. It truly does suck to be me.
Current mood: frustrated