We woke up early to go to the doctor. As it turns out, everything is a-okay. It was kind of weird. I had been to the exact same office for a urinalisys for a job (I think it was H.H. Gregg).
Then, I headed back over to her place and snoozed for about 2 1/2 hours before getting up for work. I feel kind of bad about the computer mess. In fact, I took a picture of it:
Now, I'm at work. T.S.D. Quote of the day: "We'll work something out for the kids to visit on the weekends, but I done told him he ain't gettin mah car." N.F.L. Sunday ticket campaign starts back up today. That means hella overtime for my ass. I'm amped about it to tell you the truth.UPDATE: About an hour after publishing this entry, Garlena comes into the office asking if I would be willing to clean up a mess in the bathroom. Since I've graciously offered my skills of having a stomach made of steel, I complied. So, I was awarded the opprotunity to clean up some shit (yes, human shit) off the bathroom floor. I was hoping to get some Taco Bell out of it, but thus far no dice.
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