  First of all , I had to work on a national holiday (well, I got Friday off, but still, I could have gone swimming with Candace and Dale). Second , still no word from the Increasingly Silent Vicente. (Chicken is worried. ) Third , my mom made her pot roast and I just wanted to bob for apples in her homemade gravy but restrained myself.
Last , but certainly not least , I finished on the most incredibly boring project I've probably ever taken on, or at least in several years. I don't like working with numbers, I don't like analyzing them, either. I do, however, LOVE making suggestions, so that part was actually fun. Maybe I should get a job making recommendations to others? So for all of you slackers who spent the day by the pool, or cooking out, or sleeping in, or just generally fucking off, I hate you. No, not really. I'm just insanely jealous. HERE'S A FAIR RHETORICAL QUESTION FOR YA: Suppose your best friend, or even a close one, asked you if you minded if she went out with your boyfriend from the twelvth grade (supposing also that you are in your late twenties, so it's not like he's a recent memory).
Although you do not want her to, you say yes. In fact, you encourage it. You even teasingly call her silly when she expresses concern that it might make you feel bad, or uncomfortable. Then when she goes out with him, you get mad and stop speaking to her. Is this fair? Okay...gotta go finish totally boring project and fold clothes. Bleah . Copyright 2004 Non-Girlfriend 
