friday. man. thank the sweet lord jesus.

winding down the final hours before i go home... and maybe go out again. i can't quite figure it out, but around 2:30 today all the steam just went right out of me. i was writing things that a few seconds later i hadn't realized i'd written. what? shouldn't i have to have a few drinks before i get to this stage? apparently not.

anyway. still waiting on my paycheck... theoretically, it's in a fedex envelope somewhere between here and california, from whence it was cut. will it arrive before i go home? who knows?

i had a pretty fun evening last night. after work, i went for a few pints with gaurav, who works in my office... see? i'm making new friends. afterwards i joined molly and julia at benny's burritos, cousin to harry's, for burritos and margaritas, and then we went to molly's girlfriend smolly's apartment to play belle and sebastian songs on the guitar and sing along and mourn the passing of anna nicole, whom i totally didn't recognize in the newspaper this morning. weird.

sadly, i don't think i can muster any sympathy. does it make me a heartless bastard? probably. i'm sure if i wanted to, i could find a picture of her now-motherless daughter and find some tears or what-not. but let's be honest: she was someone who was famous for not really doing anything in particular.

then again, it somehow seems prudent not to be an asshole about the dead. it's 6:45 and i'm still at work. i'll have more to say later.

later.