went to work. dealt with the lawyers, dealt with the moron coworker. instead of the nice leasurely lunch i'd planned, i got called over to yon other job to put out a fire. i can walk from one job to the other, figure out what's up with the fire, calm down the boss, go hit an ATM, get chik-fil-a, eat it on the way back to the office, pick up a check, go to their bank, and get back to work in an hour, but it was pushing it.
came home tired. gorski
asked what i was up to this evening, and suddenly i was making pasta and creamy tomato sauce and watching True Lies
with him. it was a nice evening, but now it's about time for this little snowflake to go to bed...