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Apr. 3rd, 2003 08:04 pmI'm 5 minutes into the last hour of my 12-hour double shift. I should not complain as I barely work ever, and I deeply, deeply need the money.
But my brain is mush.
As usual I can't decide between partaking of the pleasures of Flux Thursday (beer, dinner, friends) and the pleasures of going home and going catatonic in front of Law & Order with Sarah and my little cat.
But my brain is mush.
As usual I can't decide between partaking of the pleasures of Flux Thursday (beer, dinner, friends) and the pleasures of going home and going catatonic in front of Law & Order with Sarah and my little cat.