My boyfriend is in Duluth.

Which is Minnesota, apparently. It's his first time ever off the East Coast. Awww. I don't miss him -- he left this morning and he'll be back on Tuesday -- but after the crazy day I had today, I wish he'd taken me with him.

( Did I mention I had to get up at six? (long cut is loooong) )

I devoured a sandwich on the train (and work!Laura was nice enough to give me one of her pastries, a small strawberry cheesecake!), and after explaining today's mess to Theresa, and writing it up again (what's taters copypasting?), I'm done. I'm kinda glad I close tomorrow because I get sleep.... Whatever. In seventy-two hours, it'll be over for the week. I want to disappear. Furthermore, today's got nothing on the holidays. Both work!Laura and I were complaining that they don't pay us enough to do this shit. :/

To counteract the grossness of this post, here's some cracked out Engrish! Y'all heard!