So, I wake up and call Jeremy at work, because he tried to call me yesterday when I was taking my nap. Apparently, payroll is fucking shot. He is working 2 open-closes himself. I have sick days left....so I only have to work 3 hours in between now and Saturday to reach my 40. Plus, I have Sunday and Monday off. So, I have a small vacation on my hands.
Im fucking hungry. I will probably take a shower soon and head up to my Parmatown, one and only part of town, my hometown, Parmatown.
I finally changed my voicemail. So long "Who wants a body massage!?". My new one is good.....the best part of the movie "The Animal".