Where Procrastination Meets Apathy - I won't care tomorrow.

     Ah me oh my. Just another friggin' day. Thank goodness it's my Friday. This place starts to grate on my nerves. Okay, I take that back, this place is fine. It's the idiots who call me that grate on my nerves. Granted, most of them truely are people who just don't have a clue or really can't do anything about their problems.
     The ones that get me are the buggers who bitch, moan, and complain about their service being inturrupted because they ignored the "pay up or get no service" notices and calls and then whine because "Well, I mailed my check in yesterday, haven't you gotten it yet? Can't you turn it back on 'till you get it?" No, it's 50 days late, bugger off. That's a seventh of the year, alright. You can wait a few more days. GAH!
     On top of that I think I'm developing a headache again. Either that or it's because I just sneezed hard enough to cause my monitor to degauss. Something like that.
     Oh, humorous note: John, Jonathon, Russ, and I went to Olive Garden for dinner last night. Not bad and all, yet again I was the only one not drinking. I feel like a reject from the Philosophy Deparment of the University of Wallamaloo. If you don't get the reference you're an uncultured slob. ^_^ Anywho, the waitress was bringing boxes for take-home because Russ was bringing cannaloni home for Tiff, his girlfriend. John needed a box too and the waitress was all like "bringing food for your girlfriend too?"
     I had to hold back my laughter. It wasn't easy. In case you don't know about this either, which I'm not surprised, John is gay. On top of that, Jonathon is his boyfriend. So with both of them sitting there it was pretty funny. To make matters worse John, being the quick wit that he is, responded with "oh, she'll be waiting for a long, long time." I almost lost it. I know, it's probably not that funny because the waitress didn't have a clue and John is one of those guys who you would never, in a thousand years and then some, guess to be gay. There's just not the slightest bit stereotypical about him. So, yeah, that was my humor of the day. Blah.