for all those telemarketers out there: for the last fscking time, i am not mrs. powell, my roommate is not married, and it really pisses me off when you continue to call me mrs. powell after i've told you he's not married.
time to go get a shower...
heh. watch me be mood swing girl.
and i'd love to leave early, but i have customers whom i told i'd be here til seven.
oh well, such is life.
i always manage to leave the sweatshirt of the day down in my car after lunch. i think i need to bring one in to just leave here.
one hour, five minutes...
woop, thirty five more minutes. =)
then i'm going to go home, exercise, and watch "the crow". i know, terribly exciting. =) but better than nothing.
i called the roommate and talked to him for awhile. the guy in the next cube has restarted the limp biskut concert, after playing the theme from Annie. =) i'm cheering up, even though i'm still tired as hell.
and i can do math, really =)
oh well, scratch those plans, for a bit. looks like i'm going to go watch the officemates play soccer. =)