i am not working tomorrow, which means the entire company may just implode — at least that’s the way they’re acting. why does the sky have to fall when all i want to do is daydream and drink beer?

in other news, i might, possibly get to cook fajitas for a tall, tall handsome man tomorrow. keep your fingers crossed for me (and for him, should he choose to accept, because i’m not so good with the cooking).