Give me some good beer, conversation, friends, and music and there is little that will bother me. I try to treat others as I wish to be treated and when I don't, I like to think I learn from my mistakes. I believe most people are trustworthy until proven otherwise. I'm a conversational snob. I have little tolerance for stupidity or rudeness. Common courtesy is one of the best traits one can have. I believe there is conversation that is inappropriate for the dinner table. I love running into people I used to know, but am always happier if I look cute when it happens. I think there would be much less ruckus in the world if brunch were a daily offering.

Friday, April 08, 2005

Longest Week Ever

This week has been super hectic. A coworker is going to have her baby anyday now and up until today we weren't going to have anyone helping out while she's on maternity leave. I found out today we're getting an intern thank God. I've been so stressed thinking about how much more buried I would be with her out I haven't been sleeping well.

Wednesday night we went to the Tori Amos show at the Warner Theater. Great venue, boring, boring, dull, boring concert. I like Tori Amos, but apparently only in three to four song snippets. She didn't talk to the crowd at all. I've never wanted to leave a concert of an artist I like before. Man, we were disappointed.

Last night we had a little happy hour here at the office which turned into a group of us hanging out and drinking until about 6:30. Then Heather and I went to a kickball happy hour where we had a few more beers. Paul was talking about coming over after work (around 11) all day and I was really looking forward to seeing him. Unfortunately, the combination of eating only a burrito all day, not really sleeping for the past week and drinking for 4 hours put me to sleep right when I got home at 9:30. With the door locked. And my only key inside with me. And my phone in the living room. I woke up this morning to see 24 missed calls on my phone and a voice mail from a very unhappy (understandably) Paul. He's still mad. Not good. I'm hoping a good night's sleep will help him. I feel like a complete tool. Ugh.

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