NOTE TO SELF: never ever drive to spokane in a storm again. snow + fog + ice = unhappiness.
christmas was nice with aaron's dad. and ... um ... that's really all i have to say about that. we made kickass time driving home and popped into the hurricane to wish marshall a merry christmas. the bartender, becca, made my night when she gave me a free shot (whenever bartenders acknowledge me, i feel super special. but i am a loser. so. you know.)
I. AM. BORED.
note to bank patrons: there is a reason there is a place to wait in line. even if there is no one at my window, it's kidn of rude to walk up and shove shit in my face because hey, maybe i have other stuff to do and maybe i'm not ready for you. so wait until i call you up. dammit. rawr.
every once in a while, hour-long raucous fucking is fun. last night, however, i was way too exhausted to truly enjoy it. we stole one of his roommate's stupidass pornos -- and while i do enjoy me some porn, this one has got to be the most horrible thing ever -- and i have no way of finishing this sentence.
new promotion = good for resume. new raise = good for debt. new schedule = bad for sleep. ugh.