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So in the never ending drama of toad’s spin new orleans show, i destroy the oilpan on my car on a manhole cover. Thanks.

I got a ride to work from work with a woman from work who i know goes right past my apartment on the way home. She has no problem giving me a ride. Yay.

She’s salary so she’s there until like 6:30 and at this point i’m starting to go insane. After 10 hours in the little box, you’ve listened to almost everything once and you don’t feel like working anymore.

I hear the eleveator ding and she gets in. Shit, she’s leaving without me. I hit the down button and the other elevator beckons my call. Get down to the lobby, she’s already in the parking lot. I wave my badge at the little sensor that unlocks the door and say “margareeeeeeeeeeeeet”.

She laughs and apoligizes. I go back upstairs and get my phone, jacket, etc and meet her in the parking lot. On the drive back she asks what i’m doing this weekend. I pictured myself sitting in my little blue camping chair in my empty apartment, drinking whiskey, smoking and talking to girls on the internet that i’ll probably never meet.

I just said i didn’t know.

My car situation just seems to get worse and worse. I miss working from home. Oh well. The way things are going i won’t be surprised if i get fired over nothing. I’m washing clothes in my neighbor’s washing machine right now while they are out of town. The problem is their dryer doesn’t work so i’m going to call a cab and have them drive me to the laundrymat where i’ll take over all the dryers.

I’m sure drinking whiskey is going to make this the most wonderful afternoon ever.