i never thought i'd say this, but....i miss school. work is just so...dreary. i wonder if every job i ever have will be just as ploddingly routine. i guess that's what happens when you're forced to be somewhere for 8 hours a day when the sun is shining outside and you'd rather be anywhere but in a stuffy, flourescent-lit building. would i still hate work if i were forced to, say, write for 8 hours a day? actually, i probably would. i hated writing in college.

i drank 8 metropolitans on saturday night.