Stupid Work.

I really would rather be staying up far too late and drinking more alcohol tonight, and playing games and picking apples tomorrow. Instead, I'm being good, and I'm going to bed soon so I can go to work. Stupid work. Stupid, stupid work.

I had a very nice day off, though. It started with breakfast at Triple Rock and ended flirting with dj noise at First Avenue, with a matinee in the middle. I wish I had more days off. While I really wish I had more money, I really enjoy not being at work. These things are kind of at odds.

So, how much does working at Kinkos suck, anyway? I hear a lot. Is it less than the Bead? Hmm...