Tonight my drink is pink. I'm not sure exactly what it's called; I just threw shit in, and then added a bit of grenadine. It's cute, though.
I always wait until I am about to get off work before having a tipple; does that make me less of a bad person? Feeling some guilt here... but feeling a rosy glow that steps right over the guilt as well.
I sat down to finish my low-tech today (or at least get real close), and promptly got called in to work. Oh well, mucho overtime. I think I may be close to 60 hours at the end of this week.
And that's all I have to say. Damn, I have to stop having a drink before I sit down to write my blog. It drives all sensible and interesting things I have to say straight out of my head. Have a lovely day, whatever day you read this. Or night, if you read it at night. Or day and night. Whatever. Just have a lovely.