I'm running running running. I don't even really have time to write this but I am anyways.
Interviewing up a fucking storm. I swear though, if this round doesn't work out, I'm just gonna pick up and move South and veg on Farmer's boat because I'm obviously a useless human being up in these parts. Just opt out and save myself further aggravation. Of course, I'll have hell to pay when I opt back in, but that's water under the bridge.
Speaking of Mr. Farmer, he's got me running errands for him 1200 miles away. Out of the goodness of my heart and shit. What's up with that for real?
And fuck this snow. I want some fucking budding flowers and sunshine already!
Off to run myself ragged through the weekend. Lucky me. *sigh*
