catch22girl | Nov. 22nd, 2003

Seven hours of data entry and I STILL can't resist my computer. Something is horribly wrong with me.

So, my friend is like, you have to come into NY and meet this guy in the Village. So, although I'm exhausted and icky I'm going to go down to the city and meet this guy and hang out with my friend. I'm a little nervous though, because I haven't even spoken to this guy before or the guy who's driving us. But he (friend's possible bf) likes 24, and yeah, it's shallow but that is a plus in my books.

However, if you never see me again, I obviously got killed and am now stuffed in a fridge. So, yeah. Paranoid? Just a tad.

Seven hours of data entry! My fiiiiiingers! My eyes! ACK! Okay, off to shower and get dressed and hope that this isn't another night where I wish I had just stayed home and talked on my computer.

*waves to her angel*