It's about time for me to drop some more sweet prose on you cats.
Bananas. Things are bananas here. To illustrate that point, I had one as a part of this incomplete breakfast today. I graduated from my training class at work, which slaps me into the real deal phone bays after spending a week taking live calls with a host of experienced people waiting to help me. Here's to hoping I don't push the panic button tomorrow, in 19.5 hours, when the stuff gets real in the Martin Lawrence/Bad Boys II sense.
Wow, not a personal benefit to think of your day off in terms of how many hours are left until you return to work the following day. Don't ever do what I just did.
So, of course the training class partied yesterday afternoon because we got out early. Then, after a brief stop home, I jumped on the party wagon again and went to a birthday pub crawl. FUNK. After coming home to see that the Yanks had put a hurt on the Sox in the late innings to the horror of this whole town, I found a way over to my bed and called it a night.
This morning, I've managed to catch up with new facebook friends, do a laundry, eat breakfast, shave my head, and shower. In the afternoon, I intend to read some more of my book and eat some lunch. Exciting day off, this. Thus begins the newly career-oriented life of The Boo Guy.
ROCK.
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