Hump Day

I'm so impressed that I remembered what day of the week it was.

You know what tastes totally disgusting for breakfast? Reheated Mac & Cheese. From this day forward, I will never eat reheated Mac & Cheese for breakfast again. I'll save it for dinner next time.

It kind of feels like I'm back to work already. Job interviews, police checks, this check, other checks, CPR training, and an unemployment counsellor I might not be able to avoid any longer. Lists of jobs I've applied for, remaking a resume 200 times on a weekly basis, trying to write cover letters that sound like they have meaning to them but they really are just copied and pasted in the end from some website. Waking up in the morning, that's a big effort too. Time to start the celebrations. It IS Wednesday already, the week is pretty much over. Although I did say I'd save my liver for FIFA Friday. However, I don't remember who I said that to so it doesn't count. Besides, some of the games start pretty early, I highly doubt I'm going to get rip-roaring drunk at 5:30am. Or will I...hmmmmm

Before I sign off, I'd like to welcome back a few people into my life like my cleat-wearing, cycling idiot neighbors living above me. And the peanut gallery at Remedy - I'm always happy to entertain you. I'd also like to welcome some new additions into my life like the Lady Gaga construction workers next door - I'm always pleased to give you a fashion show of the latest Hello Kitty underwear collection. And I'm going to steal wood from you to finish my bed, just a heads up, as it is repayment for all the nails in my tires. I've got nothing else today. It's pathetic.