20 Days

It's June 1st...which means 20 more days until I fly out to Las Vegas! I dished out over half of my paycheck yesterday to buy the rest of my tickets. It hurt, but it was a good hurt...right. From now until I leave I have no money. I might have to start walking to work. In which case, I just won't leave at 5:00. I'll sleep on top of the copier downstairs. Wait...Dylan has a couch in his office. So does Wes. Yeah, I'll just save gas and stay here.

I'm getting two parakeets for the summer. Which is very cool and I'm very excited. I've been wanting a bird. And now I get two. And I didn't have to pay for them and the cage! How perfect is that. And...if they get aggravating, I can ship them off back to their owner. It's the perfect deal.

I've spent nearly all day upstairs answering phones. Which is fine with me, I haven't had to do any real work. But I'm starting to get bored. You'd think with the internet I could sit here for hours. But the only time the Internet holds my interest is when I don't have time to surf. When I have 8 hours, forget it, nothing amusing. I'm not even amusing myself by writing. I'm bored with myself. How terrible. How sad.

I give up. Onto the next mindless, boring, task...