Well this whole thing with me and Morpheus is getting to me now. He wants stuff sorting and so do I, but we can't seem to communicate with each other and it's very frustrating, especially as I leave tomorrow and would rather not travel with all this shit in the air.
THEN today I get to the office and the basement has been flooded out due to the storms in the night. So most of the computers aren't working, namely Andra's which is the one I need to work on to design the flyers, so basically after a quick spat with Darlene I turn right around and come back to work from home. I had to go out later for work stuff, but it was just not a good start to my day. So god only knows what job awaits me IF ANY when I return from England. It's very volatile right now at the club, so I may not have a postion when I return, but you know what they would be stupid to get rid of me now, shit man I'm saving them tons of cash by designing these flyers in-house, instead of paying some little twerp $500 to put a few scantily clad women on a fucking postcard...HHELLLLOOOO???
So I've packed, well it's the first run of many, as I always decide that I probably really won't wear the poncho that Tex Man gave me a year ago, as I've only worn it once here myself, so the chances of me wearing in Manchester, are pretty thin.
I have decided to take my sexy assed pencil skirt and fuck off shoes to wear for my nana's birthday party. Appropriate = of course not.....Fun = absofuckinglutely. Listen it's going to be me and my crazed assed family, plus the local farmers and they're fat hairy wives, just the place to totally overdress at.....can't wait.
So I got a bikini-wax today, yes I know not exactly sunbathing weather in Manchester, but I have my ritual, I like to get all my bits done before I fly anywhere, regardless of the weather. I also got a lovely pedicure and my usual spray-on tan which actually looks pretty good, no bad tan marks as of yet anyway. So tomorrow I'm going to get a manicure, head uptown for last minute things, then come back, zip the case up, throw away the carton of milk, soon to be cheese and get the A train to the airport. I rang Carmel before and this tit quoted me fucking $54 (NOT incl. tip and toll) to JFK? Can you fucking believe how crazy that price is? SO that's it, I don't care how annoying my suitcase is on the subway, THAT'S how I'm getting to the airport.
So that little guy is still the champion on Jeopardy, not sure of his name but he's won nearly $2million I think now? they just can't get rid of him. Apparently the trick is NOT to push the answer button until the very END of the question has been read. Basically if you know the answer, WAIT until the last syllable has been read and POW, hit that button motherfucker, and you MAY just win a few bucks.
Right then guess I'm going to see what Morpheus is up to, if nothing, then I'm going to eat my half rosemary chicken and watch a movie I think and stress over all the shit that's going on right now.
WHATEVER....