The dry stuff:

Apparently I was pretty exhausted on Friday night. Came home from Cubeville and fell asleep on the couch almost immediately. Didn't wake up until 1:30, which of course means I was up until 6:30 and then could only sleep until nine. Managed to squeeze an argument with LJ in the window that I was awake...I haven't actually gotten mad at someone like that in a really long time. It felt very strange. Usually I would just keep my mouth shut if I was that angry, but for once words came spewing forth with little or no effort from me.

Saturday morning had me at the license bureau due to the fact that I discovered my driver's license in the jaws of Zeus in the wee hours of Saturday morning. I then went for a hair cut and the girl cut off way more than I had asked her to do. I saw how much she was cutting off and my stomach just dropped. I couldn't even get my mouth to open...I just watched in horror (I'm very attached to my hair...no pun intended). I've only now come to terms with it. The hair that used to almost reach my waist is now barely past my shoulders, and it's super curly so it actually looks sort of cute. I guess I no longer need to iron it every day.

Then my car door broke as I was leaving the salon, so I drove to Frank's in a panic and tried to calm down while he took both doors apart (they both gave out within days of eacher...and bungee cords are only so effective). Apparently I need two new latches which he will order for me today, and so I tried to calm down while we smoked a bit in the garage. Haven't *smoked* smoked in about a year and a half...don't know what possessed me. Must have been the hair cut.

Ended up shopping in my altered state and spending way too much money on slutty clothes that I will probably never wear again. I really never dress like that, but I had a point to prove to LJ on Saturday night and damn it if I wasn't going to follow through. So later that night Jessica and I headed to the Warehouse District, and I indeed wore the see-through black shirt with the beautiful $50 bra and low-rise black pants with pink pin stripes, mile high shoes, the works. So yeah, I made my point. Luckily I made my point before going home intoxicated and somehow managing not to throw up in Jessica's new car. Spent the night at her house, drove home in the morning, and had to work a hellish shift yesterday feeling like complete shit. Yay.

On an even more optimistic note, I've been rereading this damn sentence all day:

"the government gnaws like a hagfish at the entrails of middle-class people moldering in cubicles. They spend their lives in jobs they hate to buy things they don't want, such as half-million-dollar houses in the suburbs, so as to pay taxes. Elections give them a sense of having a stake in their flensing: The government is THEIR hagfish."

Makes me want to beat my skull in with a lamp. It's the whole "spend their lives in jobs they hate" thing that gets to me. Cause I have a feeling that, in a nutshell, will be my life. Excellent.

Yeah, so, guess I'd better get back to my hateful job. In the meantime I will try not to throw up the disgusting turkey wrap that I just ate as well as maintain my general attitude of disdain.