i'm maxed out to the max. i can't even think of anything to say that's worth blogging about, really. that's how bajumbled my brain is lately. i just feel like i should update because i like it so much when other people update. i'm at work, SURPRISE. and i'm here late. but i'm here alone, so it's actually kind of nice. well, i'm alone except for the janitor, but he listens to the oldies super loud and sings along so he's all right with me. too much workey, not enough sleepy. mama's bout to need a mental health day or something.
awwwwwww hell yeah. clapton's on the radio. and i still have a shitload to do. later gators.