i don't get to see chance three times a day anymore.
it was kinda a pain, but i enjoyed every moment.
it's sad.
i do have a dog of my own, but i'm not forced to make time for it. maybe i should.

i gotta work tomorrow.
6 - 10. wait. thats not right.
10 - 6. thats right.
i want to get my personal statement shit done so i can get things going.
i better work on it harder than usual. put aside all distractions.

po's psuedo birthday tonight. haven't been drunk in a while.
come on, irene. no, not ilene tonight.
the new year needs to pass, so i won't be so busy at work.
someone asked me what christmas means to me.
right now it means work.
jesus is not the reason for the season, commericalism is. fuck the trees, fuck the bulbs, fuck the toys, fuck the wreaths, fuck it all.
i guess you can't fuck too hard, cuz then i'd be out of a job.
whatever.
goodnight, megan.