This would be the kinda day where you make the tough love call and go into work hungover.

Luckily I don't have to.

(alright - enough gloating)

*Special shout-out to witness who, for some reason, checked out this dead page on the day I update it.

Anyway.

How can the final episode of The Office be so sad?

In a way, I feel like I was sorta offered a redundancy package. I mean, work and I both knew that our situation had to come to an end some how. My hatred for them and the pathetic job (of lying to the public via television news) was as obvious as of drakkar noir (and no - I don't wear that disgusting shit)This was the best way for it to end. Frankly I don't know why it didn't end earlier. It was so much easier than I thought.

3 weeks til my surgery.

I'm a little scared...but (just think) I will finally be able to buy shoes that fit!

3 weeks. What should I do?