work was work. glad to be at the desk drinking coffee. i have eons more understanding of where i want to take my book next month. last year (even tho i won) i walked in november 1st without a single clue as to what i wanted to write about. now i have a better idea this year, and i really really really hope that does not fuck me over come november 30th. other than that not much. i'm looking forward to this weekend, having both saturday/sunday off. sunday shall be a blast as well. i just have to keep telling myself that when i go back to work its MONDAY and not SUNDAY. i'll be fucked up on that for a while. funny how work governs the rest.