imagine my voice saying these words; then take another xanax.

happy v-day!

not that v! or that one either. pervert.

apparently M has some sort of nefarious surprise dinner planned for me. where is it? “ten minutes away.” what should i wear “you know.”

i don’t!

there are some postings coming up for legal writing instructors at the law school that would pay sweet cash, so i’m trying to keep my eyes (and internet fingers) open. the president’s stimulus bill passed. what does that mean for me? i don’t know. will there be a check happening in the mail addressed to yours truly? will the CEOs at wells fargo use my check to purchase high-class hookers in las vegas? only time will tell.

in other news, our refridgerator smells like your middle school gym locker on the last day of school after the kickball tournament.