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I just got off the phone with a friend of mine. We usually go to lunch on Thursdays, but by this time every week, we're both so burned out that we can't decide where to eat.
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I mean, sure, we could go to BW3's, but I hate those damn chicken wings. And tobasco sauce, ugh, who the hell thought that spicy vinegar was tasty?
Of course, there's always Don Pablo's, or should I say, Don Cilantro's... Then there's Chili's... but then again, why? Perhaps we'll be daring and get pizza or something.
Now, here's a question: why the hell does work just seem to drag on and on? Why can't it be more exciting? Its not like the world of economics is a happy place to allow anyone to just change gears right now. But, damnit, I'm losing my mind, probably because I don't get to use it nearly enough. My eclectic multitude of side-projects at home aren't nearly enough to keep me occupied, plus that whole parenting thing doesn't allow copious amounts of time to pursue such pleasures. Then you go to work, where it sucks because you're bored out of your skull. Oh well. I'm getting hungry. Only an hour 'til lunch. |