I'm suppose to be working.
I'm not. I'm blogging on my new blog.
It's a good thing I don't have a fear of getting fired, even though that could be a possibility, but after some of the shit other employees have committed and gotten away with, I'm seriously not in much danger at all.
I get my work done... I just procrastinate it until it absolutely needs to be done most of the time.
Seriously. I'm a good employee. I just work for a really laid-back company.
Anyway, I suppose there isn't much to report exactly except that I am excited for my upcoming camping trip for Baxter Fun Days this weekend. I have my doubts it will have as good a turnout as last year's excursion--partly due to the absence of my best friend Sarah this year--but perhaps we will not be too hungover on Saturday to actually have fun this year and make the Street Dance in town. Then again, if I get bored Friday night, I may be drunk anyway. It's happened before.
