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it should be noted that i should never, under any circumstances, "work from home" as this translates to "sarah wastes a great deal of time, and manages to do everything but the 8.9 billion sketches she needs to make colour charts for".
i talked to my boss around 4, and was like, "oh yeah, i've got everything ready." i just finished. just finished. and i'd really like to kill myself right about now. i also had to go to the grocery store to pick something up for tomorrow. i'm supposed to bake something to bring to work for my birthday, but, uh, hi. do you know me at all? i don't bake. i can't even boil water without making 3/4 of it evaporate. so i bought some cake which i will eat none of, and we will all have a grand time as i collapse on my drafting table from overload.
is it just me, or are other people supposed to bring you goodies on yr birthday?
this shit is backwards, man.
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nostalgia is enough to make it hurt just a little.
it's still sad.