Oh. You weren't, then. You maybe didn't even notice. Screw you! I don't need you anyways!

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OK, then. Recap.

Friday, work 11-8. The highlight was discovering that I really wasn't insane, I just have no clear concept of time.

See, I get paid every other week. It's a teeny little waitress wages paycheck, but it was an essential part of my financial plans. I went into work a week ago, and said, "Three cheers for paychecks!" and everyone looked at me funny.

Apparently, I had just gotten paid the week before. I had no memory of this at all. Obviously, I reasoned, I had blown the whole thing on vodka and cheap women, and forgotten about it. I couldn't think of any other explanation. I must have gotten a paycheck. Everyone else did.

So, it was going to suck to be me for a few days. I rethought out the finances, and it was a kind of grim week, but we made it.

Friday, I went in, and Nick gave me TWO paychecks. The one that I now firmly believed I must have signed over to Jizbo the Crack Dealer, cuz I sure didn't have it, had been in his office the whole time.

I hadn't actually paid for, then completely forgotten, a whole series of X-rated adventures. I'd just forgotten to pick up a paycheck. It was a comforting revelation. The best part was, I'd already survived a week with no cash, and now I had a bonus $150! Woot!

Saturday, work 7-3. Then, I went up to MediaPlay. I'd planned on buying my mom a belated Mother's Day gift, and my sister a graduation present. The original plan was to charge a couple of gift certificates, because I didn't think I had any money. But, with cash, all things are possible. I even allowed myself to run amok a little.

I felt strangely guilty, buying books in another bookstore. But, since I was mostly scouring the bargain shelves, I reasoned that I was getting these books at an even lower price than I would with 20% off at my bookstore. I'd be crazy not to buy them. And they were all so pretty, and begging me to take them home and love them. How could I say no?

Saturday night, D's sister was randomly in town. We drank many. I like her a lot.

Sunday was graduation. You can get much better idea of what that was like by reading the graduates, so go to it, if you are so inclined.

Monday, I was late for work, twice. First, I overslept. To make it even worse, I was supposed to be there at 11. It takes real dedication, to sleep through 11 o'clock. Especially when you go to bed by midnight. I really can't explain it at all.

At 4, when I left, I knew I had to be back at 7:30 for a staff meeting. By 5, when Paul called me about doing laundry, it had utterly slipped my mind. I was an hour late for the meeting. I know for a fact that all I missed were some stories from Nick's childhood, perhaps a few reminders about how we are a team, etc., but that's not the point. Who's late for work, twice in one day?

Yesterday, I spent more or less the whole day with other people. I realized that I hadn't actually had a solid hour of Quality Antisocial Time in at least a month. Well, maybe just a few days. But I needed it pretty damn badly.

I'm feeling a little better now, but I need to get off the computer so Paul will stop ICQing me. I've got a lot of reading to do.

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