It's Friday and I have totally wasted the whole week. There was not really anything to do here. And I didn't really do anything at home. There's little annoying stuff to do here at work, but I just keep checking my email. 6 o clock is going to come sooooo slowly. I'm getting my hair cut at 7. Now there's some excitement. I always enjoy going into a salon and getting crap for coloring my own hair. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.

And I have to do my freaking time sheets. I hate them. They are such a pain in the ass. I remember the days when I didn't need to do them. And there's no categories for things like staring off into space, or daydreaming about my exciting imaginary life where I'm a rock star, or rearranging the items on my bulletin board, etc. Maybe it's a good thing there are no existing categories for those things.