The Obscure

I don't have work tomorrow, nothing makes me feel more relaxed than knowing that I can have whatever enormous fun I want to today without the risk of screwing up work tomorrow morning. As far as I am concerned, tomorrow does not exist. Now--bring on the violence, booze, and hookers!
Yes, today is St. Patrick's Day. The one day of the year when the one Irish quarter of my body stands with upraised arms and clenched fists, and it screams aloud for all the universe to hear, "I DO exist!"
Then it sits back down again, because I am tired. Better luck next year, oh foul slice of my larger self. Assimilate yourself into the Puerto Rican flesh!
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: The.

I baked a good zillion cookies today. Roughly a zillion.

I got my first big check today, $322. Pretty good, huh? I thought so. I can't cash it till tomorrow though. But when I do, MAN! I am gonna dilligently SAVE!
Pfft, yeah right. I probably owe it all away already. I know 200 of it is going in to my night school payment. That leaves like SIX dollars to my name.
My arithmetic is flawless. It is times like these when I wonder how I ended up in night-school and not in the Very Easy, Fun, and Hedonistic School For Godlike Geniuses.
I think I would do well in that kind of environment.

I'm all out of writing-juice for the day. I'm trying to ease back into writing like I used to, taking it a little bit at a time, y'know?
Talk to you all later!