you know what i just said to my girl?

"if you are going to bitch and moan about not getting an afternoon off and then once you do get your flex day, you work, you are even gayer than rupaul:

you are ethan hawke."

oh man, this might be the delirium talking, but i love me.

and, to update from my last entry, i got a call from the mechanic: the damage is pretty bad, but not horrible. i shall live.

and, tonight, i am definitely going to get myself a good dinner.

[nod]