Past my bedtime

Listening to: I Will Play My Game Beneath the Spin Light -- Brand New

Is it wrong that all I can think to write about is work?

Well, at best, I have to go with a variation.

I had dinner tonight @ Chik-fil-a, post buying some last minute gifts for office staff. Pretending it was a breakfast run, I picked up a paper. When I finally got to the comics, I realized that I was skimming through them document-review style, instead of actually reading them.

Yes, work has destroyed my sense of humor.

I'm also reminding myself that "liking the people I work with" isn't a good enough reason to stay at a job. Because, you know, I like a lot of people. I'm not that particular, honestly.

I'm def. an acquaintance slut. Probably a friend slut, too. But not enough people want to be my friend for me to figure this out, for sure. Sad. Sad. Sad.