“This is your life and it’s ending one minute at a time.”

So.. Billy finally asked why we’re not trying to set him up with Stacy anymore. He was a little sad when I told him that she’d met someone, but then said “well, I didn’t figure I was really her type anyway.” Poor pitiful guy. He’s buying an air hockey table tomorrow, to add to his foosball and pool tables in the basement. He’s looking forward to having more people coming and hanging out at his house. …sorry, in the spirit of last night’s silliness, I have to point out that I just said “coming”…

“I’m a leprechaun, arrrrrr!” — sorry had to interrupt for that comment from JasonC as well.

Thus goes the day at work.. full of horrible distractions, trying to catch up on the way too many little reworks that I couldn’t complete last week because they lacked some tidbit of critical information, most of which came pouring in today all at once. So now I basically don’t know which way to turn, there’s so much little crap. Farcking compliance issues, suck.

So, how about we schedule one night to make people come over and watch Donnie Darko before I send it back… Jason is interested, prolly Billy, and hopefully kittums. I’m sure JT and Maggie would watch it again, and perhaps even Stacy (since I’m sure she’s seen it too).

And well… blah… this is so dull, but I really should attempt to do something I guess. Something… something non-suicidal… something other than wandering around the office… I really want to go to Goody’s and jewelry shop… blah… perhaps wandering was a good idea. Yes. I’ll go do that.