2000 October 13Busybody
I worked today in an actual office. With actual people. It’s a temp gig that’ll last to wednesday. I kinda freaked out on the way there this morning when I dribbled coffee down my pant leg. Suddenly I just wanted to be home where I didn’t have to look presentable to anyone, and I could listen to black sabbath or daniel johnston or the gerbils if I wanted, and nobody could object. I got over it.



