Work
11:30 Banana Break
Sucked at frisbee.
Stole some tacos.
Convinced my bosses to throw away a lot of stuff we will never use, ever.
A girl returned an apple box late but made up for it by giving me candy bars. SO Workshops.
Thought of the worst idea for a movie ever, time travelling slave.
Built shelf under the bed.
Clapped fruit flies until my palms blistered.
Ate stolen tacos and got more drunk than I intended. This is going to make the rest of the evening more challenging.
Confirmed: moving a queen sized mattress by yourself while drunk is tough.
This is one hell of a Tuesday night.
New York was nice because you could be drunk anywhere, anytime and the subway would get you where you wanted to go and wouldn’t judge you. The Subway here just asks me what kind of bread I want.
Wait, is it queen size mattress or queen sized mattress?
Just about time for back to back Seinfeld. Goodnight folks, wish me luck waking up in the morning!