Ahh…the conclusion to another day. Bedtime fast approaching, and another day on the horizon. If time continues to fly by this fast for an extended period of time, I will be middle-aged before I know it.
At any rate, work was, in general, short-lived today. I spent most of the day scrubbing paper border off the men’s bathroom wall, with a chemical solution of my own that gives paint thinning companies a run for their money. I’ve been told that 2 of the 6 chemicals I used, when mixed, make a type of nerve gas. Curious…anyway, the solution worked, the walls are whiter (where the paint stayed on) and there is no more paper.
We did mostly cleaning today, since our inspection is Thursday. Steve waited until a week before the inspection to give us the 6-page list of things we needed to do, and finally got started three days before the due date. He has been likened unto me, however, he has waited until the last minute; I usually wait until the last feasible minute. That would be a due date minus the time it would take to complete it without interruptions. I am slowly, but surely, changing that though. It’s all a matter of motivation.
Well, for some reason, I thought of Amy today. It was nice really. I reflected back to the 2nd night of finals (or perhaps it was the first) that her, her roommate Laura, and I stayed up all night at Waffle-house “studying.” We got back about 6, but she couldn’t have any more curfew violations, so we dropped off her roommate after riding around trying to find Christmas lights. Then we rode around some more, just to spend time together, before I had to leave. I suppose that while I will probably never have her as a girlfriend, I’ll always have the memories of her and I.
*sigh* On another note, tomorrow I am going to the library. That’s always been a rare thing for me because I don’t like to read. But when there is nothing else to do, I settle with that. So that’s all for tonight. I have an upset stomach. Laterz.
- Song in my head: “She never lets it go to her heart” – country song
- Craving: Steak Sauce
- Mood: Semi-ill / not tired, but sleepy
- Thought: “Why …if I know not to, am I thinking of her? I guess I miss her more than I know. Perhaps she misses me too… She said she wrote me an email shortly after I left, but I won’t know what it says until next year. Hmm…”
- Quote: “And that’s a good thing…” – Martha Stewart
