I'm bored. I dont want to fold more papers. Everyone is out smoking so I thought I'd stop. I did 294 letters yesterday in two hours. I'm a machine! Anyway, it's boring and pointless work, but I guess someone's gotta do it. Sucks that it has to be me though.
I went to Grace O'Malleys last night. I got lost. Like really lost. I hate that. I need to get a new map. My dad is a friggin navigator and I get lost in Kanata. Sheesh. It was fun though. My head ache wasnt so bad when i got there so it was all good. Then I went to Pauls after, but I didnt stay very long because I would have fallen asleep right there with him. I wouldnt have minded, but I'm sure my parents would have.
So now I'm at work. The people have come back from smoking and have piled more shite on my desk. Cant they see the 13 centimeter pile of papers and the 400 aircadet letters, plus my normal work that I have to do? They are so lazy. I thought I was lazy, but not like these people. Whatever. If it will make the time pass quicker its all good. I'll take refuge in writing again sometime during the day for sure:)