Another long boring day, jumping from one job to the next, and studying to get a third. But today I discovered a blog. I'm still not too sure what it is, but I'm figuring it out.
Why does everyone seem to plan everything on the same days? I'm supposed to go to Tara's cottage this weekend and go to Inga's birthday thing. On the 18th, 19th and 2oth, I'm supposed to go to Tara's again, and Sandra's cottage, and Ottawa. If only there were two Julie's, one would be here on this ass-numbing chair, and I'd be home asleep. Or eating. Probably eating.