Blew off work completely.
I’m going to the beach with a blanket, a copy of Kelly Link’s Magic For Beginners, Singularity Sky by Charlie Stross, a notepad, and fucking enjoying myself.
But before that, I’m going to go buy some pancakes at the local pancake house, deposit my tax refund, and buy something decadent from the Women & Children First Bookstore.
This whole worklife 8-5 bullshit just doesn’t do anything for me. It’s not what I want. I don’t know how much longer I can work a shitty job.