I don't understand. I do not understand. How do people work for eight hours and then do things?
I remember now...I remember the night I got laid off and actually being pretty excited about this new thing they invented: "reading."
All this to say...I am new to this blog + working = time management. So it's not looking good for poor little bloggy. *Pats blog* Sorry, little dude. I'll take you to the baseball game NEXT time.
But luckily I have a fairly open-looking weekend ahead of me. So I'm working over time--JUST FOR YOU PEOPLE. There will be laughs, there will be joy. It'll be quite magical.
Until then I say...uh, whatever. I don't know. I need to get back to work. Stop looking at me.