Tuesday

I'm sitting in my old office, with all my stuff in boxes, and listening to Martha Wainwright. I'm pretty much feeling sorry for myself, cause I can't move yet, and I cannot stay here either.

This Bachelor is a real tool, however the girls are worse because he's sent all of them who had half a brain home already. Bad show, shallow people...and I watch it..what does that say about me? Says plenty I know. When hot girls are having catty arguments, it's easy for a despondent male such as myself to watch with a smug superiority masking quiet desperation.

I'm having some major mood swings lately, and I'm pretty sure I'm no fun to be around. Hasn't deterred Flanders however, he just popped his head in my door and said 'so when are they moving you? ...you don't look happy'


Flanders is so not the worst person I work with..sad to say.