They pay up to date. Amazing. I love working for a small company.
The commute does not have any stinky people on it, on the basis of three days’ worth, although somewhere around Fraser somebody gets on who smells so strong of dank (in the marijuana sense of the word) that my eyes pop open and I wanna yell, “Where’s the party!?”
I have made a listless and ineffectual stab at the laundry. Right now I want to write. (and I did, 250 words).
I’m doing coffee in church tomorrow with Sue. I am bringing cheese and crackers.
